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Sunday, 13 April 2008 03:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So, I'm watching a programme about houses - people relocating from the city to the country - and all the woman who's hosting it can think of is alcohol.
"Perfect for a G&T in the evening!"
"Loads of space for wine storage!"
"Excellent built in wine rack!"
"Just down the road from the country's largest wine cellar!"
I hate that. It feels like sometimes this country runs and is driven by alcohol, and the single-minded urge to get as trolleyed as possible all the time. In this country, if you say you don't drink, people look at you like you've just told them you have a predilection for zoophilia. Most people don't even understand the concept of straight edge - even once you've explained it to them. We have programmes specifically studying binge-drinking culture in the UK and enough material for them to run series' called things like "Binge Britain".
Yes, I understand that in our past we lived on mead and ales because the water wasn't safe to drink, but fucking hell. It's the 21st century! We need to move on, now.
It's fucking embarrassing to be British, sometimes.
"Perfect for a G&T in the evening!"
"Loads of space for wine storage!"
"Excellent built in wine rack!"
"Just down the road from the country's largest wine cellar!"
I hate that. It feels like sometimes this country runs and is driven by alcohol, and the single-minded urge to get as trolleyed as possible all the time. In this country, if you say you don't drink, people look at you like you've just told them you have a predilection for zoophilia. Most people don't even understand the concept of straight edge - even once you've explained it to them. We have programmes specifically studying binge-drinking culture in the UK and enough material for them to run series' called things like "Binge Britain".
Yes, I understand that in our past we lived on mead and ales because the water wasn't safe to drink, but fucking hell. It's the 21st century! We need to move on, now.
It's fucking embarrassing to be British, sometimes.
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on 2008-04-13 02:59 pm (UTC)When I tell people I don't drink (I had to give it up due to my stroke), they look at me like I have two heads. Even if I could afford to imbibe regularly, I wouldn't. Those days are long behind me. I liked having a drink or two every now and then when I actually could drink, but my days of coming home plastered and not remembering it the next day ended in my early 20s.
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on 2008-04-13 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-04-13 03:05 pm (UTC)"Screeching" someone visiting Newfoundland for the first time is a longtime custom of many older bars in Newfoundland, in which the person is to drink a shot glass filled with Screech, kiss a codfish on the mouth, and recite the phrase "long may your big jib draw." After which they receive an official 'Screechers' certificate. Bars most famous for this initiation are found along the George Street entertainment district of downtown St. John's, Newfoundland.
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on 2008-04-13 03:19 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-04-13 03:20 pm (UTC)The binge drinking is pretty much one of the only things that makes me seriously think about moving out of Britain.
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on 2008-04-13 03:24 pm (UTC)I actually kind of like the idea of living in a dry county.
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on 2008-04-13 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-04-13 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-04-15 05:00 pm (UTC)LOL! People do the same thing in the US! When I tell people I don't drink, they always assume that I'm waiting until I'm 21.