Why is it, when we have had a few pints, the urge to sing comes upon us?
My favourite intoxicated singer has to be the man who was arrested earlier this year, and put in the back of a police car by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. After a little befuddled explanation he is recorded on the on-board camera singing the most perfect rendition of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody.
I used to sing my way home, every now and then. I even remember doing a spitfire impression down Rochester High Street at 1am on one occasion, though I was not the ringleader.
But those halcyon days of rolling home through the village from a Kent pub seem far gone now. We just don’t seem to be as good at the whole alcohol business as once we were.
The scientists are adamant that age increases sensitivity to the effects of alcohol.
It’s all the fault of water. As a baby we are 70-80 per cent water but that balance changes subtly as we journey through life. A young adult is around 60 per cent water; by the time we reach 50 we may be only 50 per cent.
So the alcohol has less water in which to dilute, according to NIAAA, the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism. They have a higher Blood Alcohol Concentration (BAC). While they can metabolise alcohol as well as a youngster, they suffer more marked effects.*
And the effects were sadly most pronounced in my husband, this week.
Phil likes to visit his friend in Wimbledon. After an evening at a restaurant, made jovial with good wine, he ambles home through the village to a very nice flat indeed to keel beerily over and snore ’till the morning.
The morning after, Phil called from work. He was coming home early. He didn’t feel at all well. We were concerned for an instant, until the penny dropped. Mr Philip Shrewsday may conceivably have over indulged a little the evening before.
Much later, we arrived to pick him up from the station. And he told us sorrowfully that it wasn’t his fault: that it was all on account of the pair’s fastidious honesty.
The evening before, Phil and his friend had managed to make it 200 yards down the road from his friend’s flat, to the Italian Restaurant almost opposite.
After the meal the bill was miscalculated – an error in the boys’ favour – but they dutifully pointed out the mistake.
The owner was delighted by their honesty. He vanished, and reappeared with a yellow bottle. It was filled with lemon liqueur, and it had two tiny shot glasses squatting alongside, ready for action.
Phil- usually fastidiously abstemious- filled a glass and tasted it. Delicious. Before he knew, rather like Goldilocks with the bears’ porridge, he had had three.
And then, while he could still focus, he looked at the bottle.
It declared- my husband insists- that the spirits within were 40% proof.
Out of the restaurant, across the road and upstairs to bed: Phil woke six hours later with that unmistakable dry-mouthed headachy queasiness. Oh, dear. And on a work day, too.
Never again, he has sworn.
It is fortunate, then, that as we have got older we have become more excessive without the alcohol.
We do not need it to sing raucously all the way home.
We are off to a village in Cornwall, where we shall visit the village pub, tank up on Coke, and sing ‘Show Me The Way To Go Home’ all the way back, just to prove a point.
It is perhaps fortunate that for a few days, home is all of 200 yards down the road.
* Dufour, M.,and Fuller, R.K. Alcohol in the elderly. Annu Rev Med 46:123-132, 1995.
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38 thoughts on “Show Me The Way To Go Home”
I shudder to think what my water to alcohol ratio might be at nearly 3 score and 10 years!! I never could drink much in my younger days, so I’d probably be in reeeeally big trouble now! Thanks for the smile though. I’m off to bed with a silly grin on my face, and I didn’t need a drop of anything to get it! 🙂
😀 And now the hangover has worn off Phil is a little more humorous about the whole thing too, Karen. He has sworn off limoncello, though….
hahaha – that guy in the back of the police car is hilarious. I think I remember singing your title a few times when under the influence – ‘I’m tired and I wanna go the bed ,,,’ Phil was duped it would seem (bit like drinking coctails – they always taste so nice that you forget how strong they are – cocktail parties should be outlawed 😉 )
They shoul.Except that they are such fun…..
That story brings back memories of Limoncello in Positano. I only had to get from the hotel terrace to my room, but I had to stay in that room for most of the following day.
I read Phil your comment, Roger. He feels less alone now.
oh dear, so that’s my problem. I need to drink a whole tank more water!
Limoncello can have that effect, it tastes so good you can’t believe it may just bite back
Just like fruit juice, Sidey….
Have not forgotten your theme. Doing a steam fair this afternoon.
Enjoy the steam fair, I’m sure it will provide the necessary sources
Ah, limencello, I love that stuff. But I’ve never found it to be quite so dangerous. Coke is more dangerous than alcohol, if the effects it has on me are anything to go by. You’ll all be very merry indeed! Goodness knows what ssid Cornish village has done to deserve it though. 😉
They’ll all be down the pub too, IE 😀
I guess we’ve all overdone it on limoncello! I have a friend who makes her own…it’s deadly delicious! Enjoy the time down the road! It’s good to take a break! 🙂 D
I’d love to see that recipe, Debra….
Vodka (we can’t get the proper neat alcohol stuff in this country unfortunately), lemons, sugar. Infuse. Drink. Smile. 😉
Entropy ensures that the disinhibition of an ageing frontal lobe takes over from where a well-oiled younger brain left off, apparently 😀 Have a ball in Cornwall, Kate
Will do, BB 😀
I am dangerous when I have a drink in me. The Hub usually hides the karaoke machine.
:-Done day, Tilly, we shall have a karaoke party….
OK, the guy singing in the back of the police car may have rendered a mistake free version of Bohemian Rhapsody, but, my ears declared it a horror in every other way, OY!
Poor Phil, enticed and tricked by the dastardly inn keeper who was hoping that after a few short snorts that they would absentmindedly order dinner again with mucho wine et al. A very short shot of limoncello is indeed more than enough for tasting purposes, that is some powerful stuff.
Never again, Lou!
Drank a fifth of vodka daily for 35 years. Clean and sober now for 10 years. I have had enough .
Congratulations on that decade, Carl. Quite an achievement.
*sadly* So the reward for honesty is to be poisoned?
Fortunately for all, being plastered has never induced in me a desire to burst into song.
And you a bona fide composer, Col…..still, I suppose it would be a bit like a busman’s holiday.
The idea that babies can out-drink me is a bit depressing.
Enjoy the holiday in Cornwall, hope you have a super time.
Cheers, Tinman. The sun is behaving today.
Limoncello? I made an Ina Garten fruit desert with it, once, for a bridal shower. It was a very fun shower. Poor Phil. I hope your holiday is full of fun and rest and no more shots.
Thanks, Penny. We are just off to the pub for a meal and one of the most important events of our stay – trivia quiz night….
On my. We make an orange version of that liqueur, and more than a cordial of it can knock a person flat. Any person. Three of them? Ouch. Poor Phil.
Enjoy your holiday, Kate.
Thanks, Andra, I’ll pass that on 🙂
I don’t know why, but after reading this post, I crave a drink.
Maybe just a little one, Lameadventures. And I recommend any other colour than yellow.
Since I did not have any sauce to pound in my hovel, and I was too lazy to go out, I only pounded water — to counter effect my being over the hill and drying out.
sometimes, though, it is just lovely to pay the consequences for a bit of inebriation…I mean, really, to sing at your lungs octave whilst believing you DO sound like Adele… have another & cheers, you’re on holiday…sing LOUD ~
Thanks Angela 🙂 I think we may.
Limoncello from the back room! Swoon. But a small indulgence, to be sure. Ouch! And based on one or two nights of last week’s holidays, I’m far less than 50% water. Ouch.
Yup. Phil was not in a good mood the next day.
I am a singer on most days so the alcohol effect is especially pungent! Limoncello has been known to hurt a few good men