Based on this survey Ireland doesn't deserve its reputation as the home of boozers. Citizens in twenty other countries out-drink them.
This blog is about alcoholism with particular emphasis on the destructive behavior patterns exhibited by those alcoholics who have not yet reached the final, self-destructive stage. In other words, most of them
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Which Country Drinks the Most Alcohol?
Sunday, August 17, 2014
King Richard III may have been a drunk
Scientists have built up new picture of King after tests on bones and teeth Identified significant changes to alcohol intake after he was crowned in 1483 Showed 25 per cent increase in alcohol consumption ...
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
John Cheever’s Ossining House for Sale
By Alexander Nazaryan
... In 1964, Time magazine called Cheever “Ovid in Ossining,” because he saw what he called in one story
“the pain and sweetness of life” as fully as the Roman poet had two
millennia before him. Ovid, of course, spent the last decade of his
exile from Rome in the desolation of Tomis (today, Romania). Cheever
exiled himself, leaving Manhattan in 1951 for Westchester County and
never returning. That journey into the manicured countryside beyond the
Bronx would define his career more than his impoverished Massachusetts
childhood or posh Sutton Place, where he lived while becoming famous for
his New Yorker stories.
... Unlike his brother, Fred, who succumbed to alcoholism, Cheever quit
drinking in 1975, devoting himself seriously to Alcoholics Anonymous.
Two years later, he published Falconer, based on his experience
teaching at the nearby prison (he had started doing so in 1971, after
deciding that he’d “exhausted his old landscapes”). Joan Didion called
the novel “extraordinary” in The New York Times. This magazine put Cheever on the cover, calling Falconer a “great American novel.” Five years later, Cheever died of cancer.
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Saturday, July 5, 2014
Toronto Mayor Rob Ford says he will try to stay sober if reelected — but no promises
Ford, who returned this week to City Council from two months in rehab,
said in an interview on Newstalk 1010 that he can’t make promises about
something over which he has “no control.”
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Saturday, May 10, 2014
'Broadway Joe' puts life back on track
By Jon Saraceno, USA TODAY
TEQUESTA, Fla. — Last year, before America's
disbelieving eyes, the man known as "Broadway Joe" morphed into
"Blown-away Joe" — a melancholy caricature of the aging, boozed-up
playboy quarterback without enough restraint to stop throwing wobbly
passes in public.
Instantly, the phrase "I want to kiss you" joined
his "I guarantee it" as two of football's memorable lines. Last
December, after a day of non-stop drinking, the cultural icon and cocky
superhero humiliated himself live on TV during an inebriated sideline
interview with a female ESPN reporter.
That interview pushed Joe Namath to acknowledge
that he had a problem — one he couldn't solve with reputation, swagger
or a wink of those seductive green eyes.
My Name is Roger, and I'm an alcoholic
by Roger Ebert
In August 1979, I took my last drink. It was about four o'clock on a Saturday afternoon, the hot sun streaming through the windows of my little carriage house on Dickens. I put a glass of scotch and soda down on the living room table, went to bed, and pulled the blankets over my head. I couldn't take it any more.
On Monday I went to visit wise old Dr. Jakob Schlichter. I had been seeing him for a year, telling him I thought I might be drinking too much. He agreed, and advised me to go to "A.A.A," which is what he called it. Sounded like a place where they taught you to drink and drive. I said I didn't need to go to any meetings. I would stop drinking on my own. He told me to go ahead and try, and check back with him every month.
The problem with using will power, for me, was that it lasted only until my will persuaded me I could take another drink. At about this time I was reading The Art of Eating, by M. F. K. Fisher, who wrote: "One martini is just right. Two martinis are too many. Three martinis are never enough." The problem with making resolutions is that you're sober when you make the first one, have had a drink when you make the second one, and so on. I've also heard, You take the first drink. The second drink takes itself. That was my problem. I found it difficult, once I started, to stop after one or two. If I could, I would continue until I decided I was finished, which was usually some hours later. The next day I paid the price in hangovers.
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In August 1979, I took my last drink. It was about four o'clock on a Saturday afternoon, the hot sun streaming through the windows of my little carriage house on Dickens. I put a glass of scotch and soda down on the living room table, went to bed, and pulled the blankets over my head. I couldn't take it any more.
On Monday I went to visit wise old Dr. Jakob Schlichter. I had been seeing him for a year, telling him I thought I might be drinking too much. He agreed, and advised me to go to "A.A.A," which is what he called it. Sounded like a place where they taught you to drink and drive. I said I didn't need to go to any meetings. I would stop drinking on my own. He told me to go ahead and try, and check back with him every month.
The problem with using will power, for me, was that it lasted only until my will persuaded me I could take another drink. At about this time I was reading The Art of Eating, by M. F. K. Fisher, who wrote: "One martini is just right. Two martinis are too many. Three martinis are never enough." The problem with making resolutions is that you're sober when you make the first one, have had a drink when you make the second one, and so on. I've also heard, You take the first drink. The second drink takes itself. That was my problem. I found it difficult, once I started, to stop after one or two. If I could, I would continue until I decided I was finished, which was usually some hours later. The next day I paid the price in hangovers.
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