It’s that third pint that does it

Terrors:

Binge drinking among the over 50s could be fuelling a rise in violence within that age group, new research has suggested.

That third pint is what turns the Missus black and blue:

Binge drinking usually refers to drinking lots of alcohol in a short space of time or drinking to get drunk.

In the UK, binge drinking is drinking more than:

8 units of alcohol in a single session for men
6 units of alcohol in a single session for women
Examples:

6 units is 2 pints of 5% strength beer or 2 large (250ml) glasses of 12% wine

It really is that third pint.

One of the things that does confuse here is why newspapers aren’t laughing this all out of court. Three pints used to be what journalists referred to as breakfast.

27 thoughts on “It’s that third pint that does it”

  1. Bloke in North Dorset

    They’re talking about 5% beer there, in the days when journalists were drinking 2-3 points for breakfast it will have been around, and usually lower than, 4%. Off the top of my head I think draught bitter used to be 3.7% well in to the ’90s. (I still prefer the lower alcohol bitters)

    Wines used to be nearer 10.5% rather than the current 13%.

    Assuming drinking at the same rate we are now consuming alcohol a lot faster. So maybe there is something in that 3rd pint hypothesis. Perhaps the wife is having that 3rd glass of strong wine as well, which leads to more heated arguments, but I doubt it.

    Not that that’s an excuse for the nannies to interfere.

  2. Binge drinking in the over 50s? What cockrot.

    What next? The danger of being knocked to the gutter by over-50s Parkour maniacs?

    If you aren’t an alki long before 50 I can’t see many starting at that age.

  3. Meh.
    Just more busy body nannying from people too thick to get a proper job.
    Best ignored.

    Is good in a way. As a society we’ve realised that people feel better with a purpose, and we’re collectively rich enough to pay these mentally subnormal people to be entertained coming up with crap like this about how much we should drink.

  4. One over the eight meant a ninth half-pint of beer *in one session*. So it’s the *fifth* pint, not the third that is the problem.

  5. The BBC report provides NIL evidence that the rise in violent assaults suffered by over-50s has anything to do with drinking by over-50s. It says that some research group has speculated that the rise in over-50 victims of violence is associated with alcohol and further speculation that this may be because a lot of over-50s used, when younger, to drink more than the nanny-state approved level. The illogicality of this being the cause of a *rise* in violence when past heavy drinking would be having a gradually reducing effect on current behaviour is studiously ignored in order to promote their dictatorial message.

  6. BiND – I remember in the mid-nineties when Caffreys was launched, brewed at 5.2% abv originally but everyone drank it like they would normal bitter or Guinness, was carnage for a while.

  7. busy body nannying from people too thick to get a proper job.

    Truth.

    I once went on a summer all dayer somewhere down South* with a group of 8 lads, 6 of whom drank Becks 4% lager and two who drank 5% Kronenburg. Come suppertime, the Becks Vier lot were sloshed but happy, however the 5 percenters had been banned from every pub in town, including the one we were staying at.

    I really like those ‘session ales’ which come in under 4%. Refreshing and you can sink a few without impairment.

    *can’t remember where. Small town, lots of pubs but no decent beer. Town looked pretty but every pub had bouncers and a ‘pubwatch’ scheme for rapidly identifying troublemakers. Locals were arseholes.

  8. Just read the story in full. I don’t know what is more fucking shoddy, the research or the journalism.

    The annual Cardiff University analysis of A&E data found that despite increases in knife crime and homicide during 2019, overall there was a 6.3 per cent drop in hospital admissions for other forms of violence.

    Let’s just casually disregard a rise in stabbing and murder. Best not mention the % rise for those either, eh?

    But for the over 50s the figure was up 7.9 per cent year on year, with many incidents taking place within a domestic setting.

    A rise of 7.9% to how many, you fucking slack moron? How does this number compare to other age groups? Do you have a number for the ‘many’ incidents taking place in a domestic setting, you lazy cockbuffer?

    Is there, incidentally, any indication that the perpetrators of violence on the 50-somethings are in that same age group?

    When I were a lad, if a cub reporter had turned in that pile of shite, he’d get the mother of all bollockings and then sent back to do his job and ask some fucking questions. Apparently, ‘crime correspondent’ Martin Evans is incapable of that.

    Fuck me but the Telegraph is a miserable excuse for a newspaper these days.

  9. BlokeInNormandyFromeTejas

    Standard lefty BS.

    Binge drinking used to mean something – vastly too much by one’s own standards, done rarely.

    Now the term’s been hijacked to mean “enough to get you legally unsafe to drive a car”.

  10. BlokeInNormandyFromTejas

    Bloody ‘eck.

    I can’t even spell my own moniker correctly.

    It’s changed because looks like there’s no predictable moment to get back to Tejas….

  11. I remember Morrisons doing a special on Stella (aka wife beater) about 15 years ago. Bought 5 cases for Christmas / New Year. Most depressing time of my life (and that includes redundancy, both parents and one brothers deaths and a divorce). Have drank it twice since and both times got aggressive and loud. The last time was ten years ago and haven’t touched it since. Evil stuff. Kronenbourg = no problem.

  12. Describing the consumption of three beers in one go as binge drinking comes from the same school of thought as describing anyone who isn’t stick thin as obese.

    Also, I’m definitly stealing the term cock buffer.

  13. Addolff’s point is interesting. Different beverages and mood. I long ago gave up drinking, but I vividly remember visiting a friend in Bath, and he took me to one of the city’s well-hidden proletarian pubs. Everyone drank some type of cider with a little slice of orange or lemon in. You had to say which at the bar. Great quantities were consumed, but by the end of the night although people were falling over and the place was awash with spilt pints, there was never a cross word. Most of the pub was in uproarious stupid laughter the whole evening. Beautiful.

  14. I’m not sure about the idea that different drinks make you behave differently. Does gin make you cry, Stella make you slap the missus about, cider with a slice of lemon make you amiably sloshed?

    It is more likely to be a combination of your mood, what else you’ve consumed, the ABV of what you’re drinking and the speed at which you consume it.

    One of my mates was on a health kick a while back and only boozed one night a week. The rest of the time he was eating protein and salad and working out. Come Friday he’d be gagging for a beer and would finish a couple of pints of 5% IPA in very short order. A load of alcohol and sugar hitting his system after his low-carb week sent him doolally!

    I once landed in Japan from the UK and went straight out the same evening with no sleep. Felt a bit drowsy so switched to vodka and something akin to Red Bull. The combination of booze, jet lag, sugar and caffeine sent me vividly hyper. People kept asking if I was on coke.

  15. Re. strength of beer. I was privileged to work in the Last Bastion of Honesty and Decency, also known as the London motor trade of the ’60s and ’70s. My “apprenticeship” started at the Iron Bridge garage, Southall in ’67. Luncheon was usually at the Greenford Hotel, commencing at 11.30 until whenever we got back to the showroom, and consisted of starters of “Flying Angels”, followed by umpteen pints of Fuller’s ESB which, if memory serves, was about 5.5% then, although age and too much ESB in the interim has dimmed the old thingy.
    Weekends were usually at the 100 in Oxford St, for jazz and R and B (proper R and B, not like the stuff they blah blah..) and where I first drank Lowenbrau and Stella, when they were both brewed by the original breweries, and I think they were around 5%+.

  16. Having checked out Mr. Google to find that “Flying Angels” are now some sort of girl’s cocktail, perhaps I should point out in case anyone thinks I have a somewhat camp disposition that, in my day (!), Flying Angels were Champagne and brandy.

  17. There’s a reason it’s called ‘wife-beater’: the prevalence of Stella in domestic violence cases is overwhelming. I’m not sure I ever read a statement detailing drinking and (domestic) violence which specified anything but Stella Artois.

    I always assumed that, short of one of those extra-strength tins at about 11 per cent or something silly, the reason was that the wife-beatery classes had worked out that Stella provided the biggest alcoholic bang for one’s buck.

  18. MC – certain personality / genetic types + certain beverages/alcohol? Sounds plausible.

    Mr Lud, I believe that Stella was at one time the top selling lager but it appears to have dropped to No.5 (as of 2018). Was this reflected in what you observed?

    As has been mentioned here before, there’s a reason for any ‘stereotype’.

  19. I believe the definition for alcoholic is someone you don’t like that drinks more than you as per Mr D. Thomas

  20. Addolff, I doubt I’ve done such a case since 2018, but if memory serves it was always Stella.

    Never Kronenbourg, or Becks or IPA or Carling or Fosters. Always Stella.

  21. the wife-beatery classes had worked out that Stella provided the biggest alcoholic bang for one’s buck
    Shurely that’s Bucky? (or possibly a pint of foaming nut-brown meths.)

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