Gazza 30 tins of Spesh Brew A Day!

edited March 2009 in Chit chat
God I thought I was tanning the bevvy a bit heavily lately! Surely 30 tins of Special brew (9%) is an impossible drinking feat! Each day?!?

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http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/article5917410.ece
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  • edited March 2009
    in my prime i thinki only ever managed 7 in one go...once

    i took a crate of 24 to glastonbury and brought about 5 home after the 5 days
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  • edited March 2009
    30 a day is doable if you are a chronic alchy. It gets so that you never get drunk, or at least utterly smashed drunk, and are never sober. Assuming he sleeps 8 hours a day, he probably wakes up in the middle of the night and drinks a few, say 3.

    27 to drink in 16 hours, that is like one every 30 mins, and he probably knocks them over, loses them, forgets he's opened some and leaves them about the place.

    I'd bet that first thing in the morning he is so crook, that he has to neck 4 to feel normal. :(
  • edited March 2009
    30 is a lot though, I knew of a couple who used to drink 24 a day between them.
  • edited March 2009
    Mind you I read in his biog George Best used to drink 3 bottles of strong red wine with his dinner before he used to go out drinking for the night! No fuckin wonder he ended up like he did
  • edited March 2009
    thx1138 wrote: »
    30 a day is doable if you are a chronic alchy. It gets so that you never get drunk, or at least utterly smashed drunk, and are never sober. :(

    How bloody depressing!
  • edited March 2009
    torot wrote: »
    How bloody depressing!

    Yup, oh and if you just stop drinking, cold turkey, you can die.
  • edited March 2009
    torot wrote: »
    Mind you I read in his biog George Best used to drink 3 bottles of strong red wine with his dinner before he used to go out drinking for the night! No fuckin wonder he ended up like he did

    What dead?
  • edited March 2009
    chop983 wrote: »
    What dead?

    Yeah, that about covers it.
  • edited March 2009
    thx1138 wrote: »
    Yup, oh and if you just stop drinking, cold turkey, you can die.

    Seriously, is that true? If a severe alcoholic stops swallowing any alcohol then he can die because of that?

    I didn't know that.
  • edited March 2009
    Gazza's problem is probably not that exagerated. A guy who used to live nextdoor to my mum in the early 90's could *easily* drink between 18 and 24 cans of Special VAT (9-10%-ish) per day and still lead a faily normal life. his soberisation period was incredible. I had seen him literally annihilated on booze at 11.00pm, by 7.00am he was up and about and ready for work.

    I saw him on several occasions literally fall out of his car after he had (perfectly) parked in the street. He was so paraletic he couldn't even find the keyhole to the car door, but he had managed to drive god knows how many miles in that state from work to home, and I'll bet that he was a perfect driver from A to B.

    It's astounding how much control an alcoholic has with levels that would send most into a stupor.

    For all of his faults he did make the best curry I have *ever* had. It seriously was incredible.
  • edited March 2009
    I know Shane McGowan drinks a pint of chinzano for breakfast before moving onto to the whiskey. I pretty sure gazza could manage 1 every half hour.

    It reminds me of a guy in my town whos solicitor tried to get an a.b.h. sentance reduced by saying he was too drunk to know what he was doing apparently hed drank in the space of 4-5 hours.

    12 Pints of Stella
    11 Bacardi Breezers
    2 Small bottles of Vodka

    +

    2 E's

    Now anyone who drank that much most likely wouldnt know what they were doing but at the same time i doubt they would even be able to walk let alone put someones head through a shop door window.

    Needless to say the jury didnt buy it one bit
  • edited March 2009
    28 tins a day? That is a lot of Special Brew, and I speak from the perspective of a casual Special Brew (and other high octane lagers) user. That's like more than one an hour. One Xmas Day when I was a younger man, I once drank 8 over the course of the whole day and ended up back-door fouling the dining room carpet whilst having a dream that I was a cat straddling the armchairs.

    A hardcore alchy could probably do it as a bender, but I'm thinking you couldn't do it everyday. The sheer volume of liquid is a problem whereas say vodka is less to take in.

    I know he drinks a lot, but 28 cans a day? not that stuff, its like petrol. I think its the beer talking :D
  • edited March 2009
    Sorry, thirty.
  • edited March 2009
    I thought Gazza was dead? I thought they found him dead in his flat sometime last year?

    Must've got him to hospital on time.

    Wonder if he still eats loads of Mars Bars?
    Every night is curry night!
  • edited March 2009
    I thought Gazza was dead? I thought they found him dead in his flat sometime last year?

    Must've got him to hospital on time.

    Wonder if he still eats loads of Mars Bars?

    didn't i tell you that while we were playing runescape? i seem to remember making up that a famous celeb had died.
  • edited March 2009
    mile wrote: »
    didn't i tell you that while we were playing runescape? i seem to remember making up that a famous celeb had died.

    Nah! I think my ma told me while I was on the phone to her? Just realised though I refer to Gazza as the late Mr. Gascoigne in my review of Gazzas Super Soccer in the Speccy Bible oops :lol:
    Every night is curry night!
  • edited March 2009
    Nah! I think my ma told me while I was on the phone to her? Just realised though I refer to Gazza as the late Mr. Gascoigne in my review of Gazzas Super Soccer in the Speccy Bible oops :lol:


    give it a few years and it'll be bang up to date. :-D
  • edited March 2009
    Vampyre wrote: »
    I saw him on several occasions literally fall out of his car after he had (perfectly) parked in the street. He was so paraletic he couldn't even find the keyhole to the car door, but he had managed to drive god knows how many miles in that state from work to home, and I'll bet that he was a perfect driver from A to B.

    That reminds me of my mates dad. He was a business man boozer, liquid lunches etc.
    My mate used to go on about how his dad couldn't walk but could still drive perfectly on a regular basis.
    I had my doubts about that having been pretty drunk a few times myself and low and behold one Monday I walk around to his house on the way to school and there's skid marks over next doors garden, my mates drive way and then his garden leading to his dads car "parked" sideways just a few centimeters from the house............

    30 cans a day is something I hope I never drink. It would wipe me out sooooo badly. I think some people are better built for drinking than others.
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  • edited March 2009
    my mate brought round 4 cans of special brew couple of weeks ago, I had 2 then attempted to stand up and fell face-first into my wall. had a massive bruise and cut eyelid. apparently I didnt even put my hands out to stop myself falling. what a light weight. 30 and Id definitely be dead
  • edited March 2009
    ewgf wrote: »
    Seriously, is that true? If a severe alcoholic stops swallowing any alcohol then he can die because of that?

    I didn't know that.

    Yes it is. Alcohol withdrawal can kill, so too can barbiturate withdrawal I believe.

    As I understand it, heroin withdrawal isn't itself life threatening though.
  • edited March 2009
    Back in the 1959 I went on holiday with a few mates. We were all aged about 18 or 19 and we'd only ever drunk the odd 2 or 3 pints on a night down the local working men's club. On holiday we started the first night with 3 pints each and every night we went to a different place, and every night we added another pint to the total (it wasn't planned that way - I guess we needed the extra one to feel as "good" as we did the night before). On the last night we drank 50 pints between the four of us (I know I managed at least dozen). The odd thing was none of us felt any better or worse than we did the first night.

    So I guess its the continual drinking that makes the body want more to get the same effect?

    That night stays in my memory mostly because the place was absolutely packed and it was like being in bedlam. It took so long to get a drink from the bar that we paid a waiter to bring us a round every 15 or 20 minutes. Consequently our table was constantly packed with glasses, some empty (the waiter was a bit lax at taking them away), some part empty and new ones arrived regularly.

    I did get drunk a few times in the following years but never needed to drink quantities like that again. What I didn't know then was that my body was intolerant of yeast and when I found out 20 years after that that yeast was causing the painful lumps I had suffered since I was a kid, I packed in the booze and found I didn't need it to go out and enjoy myself.

    So, anyway, what's 12 pints in new money(tins)?
    Hal
  • edited March 2009
    Worst I did when I was about 18 or 19 was from 11am until about 3am the following morning.

    30 Bottles of Brown Ale, there's only 2 people I know who believe that story, and that's the 2 people I started the all day session with.

    Mind you at about the same age me and my friends used to occasionally like some cheap cider as well. Before I went to college me and my friends could down about 4 litres each of gutrot a night. We only did it cos' it was cheap, and we were bored, we used to have compos to see who could driunk the most. Had some fun times with that stuff but it leaves you feeling like you've been kicked in the belly, and your brain has been replaced with sawdust.
    Every night is curry night!
  • edited March 2009
    Worst I did when I was about 18 or 19 was from 11am until about 3am the following morning.

    30 Bottles of Brown Ale, there's only 2 people I know who believe that story, and that's the 2 people I started the all day session with.
    '

    Jeez that's good...I managed 13 in an evening before back when I was 18... with a couple of jd and coke chasers, but I felt pretty rough the following day...
    Put me right off drinking! (Although it took a few years to kick in ;) )

    Andrew
  • edited March 2009
    I've never been good at the pints - too much liquid and the need to spend a penny every 10 minutes. 6 or 7 pints max over the course of a day is plenty as far as I'm concerned.

    Spirits, on the other hand, are more drinkable - I can happily open and finish a bottle of Jack Daniels (with enough coke to dilute!) over the course of an evening :smile:
  • edited March 2009
    i can drink a litre of vodka without dying.

    good times.

    i really hate drinking now, i mean i would still love to get drunk all the time, but i get scared that i am going to do something bad. like shag a trannie and get aids or something.

    the last time i got plastered was on a work do, and i can't remeber much of what i said or did, but when i came beck to work one of the married women seemed quite freindly towards me. i remember talking to her, but no idea what about. i wish it hadn't happened, althoguh she did bring me some cookies the other day.

    im pretty good at vomiting, i can carry on drinking afterwards. I once vomited on a cash machine, the guy behind me in the queue wasn't happy. 'fight the power!!'
  • edited March 2009
    mile wrote: »
    I once vomited on a cash machine, the guy behind me in the queue wasn't happy. 'fight the power!!'

    I remember when the early cash machines had a plastic cover that lifted up when you put your card in to get access to the keypad. I wondered if you could time a barf so that you got it in under the sheet after you collected your cash and card. This would leave a nice triangle of barf under the sheet waiting to land on the next users pants :-)
  • edited March 2009
    Worst I've ever done was 4 pints of lager, 2 shots of 85% absynthe and a whole 750ml bottle of Hose Curevo Gold Tequila at a friends weadding.

    After which I proceeded to go around the whole congregation telling them how I was going to marry the girl I was with (I had been only dating her two months).

    Aparently it took them 20 mins to get me from the disco to the car park and into a car.

    I knew I would probably not remember much in the morning so when I got home I attempted to write down all the silly things I had done. Of which only some turned out legable when I tried to read it the next day.

    I never got a hang over though. All that happens to me the next day when I drink like that is that I want to sleep lots. Then I'm fine.
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  • edited March 2009
    So....don't leave us in total suspense....did you marry the girl after all... :confused:
  • edited March 2009
    Amfoot wrote: »
    So....don't leave us in total suspense....did you marry the girl after all... :confused:

    I almost did, we got engaged. However, after being with her for four years I realised she was a emotionally selfish, materialistic spend-a-holic who was sinking herself and me further and further into debt. Once the money ran out she could't buy anymore stuff so left me for a flash git with a nice car (but as it eventually turned out not much else).

    It was one of the the best things to happen to me. About 6 months later I met my wife, who had her beat in almost every aspect.
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  • edited March 2009
    Well I tried to post this about 5 hours ago but WOS went pear shaped.....

    I remember when they put the first cash machine in round the corner from where I used to live. Everyone had been complaining there was no cash machine. Then when they got one it was too sheltered off and people were scared to use it incase they got robbed. Then years later they put one round the corner, and one over the road in one of those information point things.

    Anyway the point of the story is all 3 of them get relentlessly egged every weekend without fail. Bloody annoying trying to get a tenner out and having to wipe half of Dizzy's brain off your wonga.

    Anyway regarding those 30 bottles of brown ale I think I may have pissed the bed that night, but I'm not 100% sure :lol:

    ....not even sure it was worth it really :D
    Every night is curry night!
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