Word: alcoholizing
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...nearly 10,000 km away, in a Southeast Asian country with roughly the same population (60 million), Sir Liam might have some sympathizers. Thailand has one of the world's highest rates of alcohol consumption, and all the burgeoning social ills that accompany it: domestic violence, sexual assault, street fights, teenage binge-drinking and alcohol-related disease...
...would buy Sir Liam Donaldson a pint these days? Not many Brits, I expect. The chief medical officer's proposal to tackle the great British scourge of binge drinking - a minimum price of 75 cents per unit of alcohol - was shot down by almost everyone from 10 Downing Street to the bloke propping up the bar at the Slug and Lettuce...
...Like Britain, Thailand has embarked upon a rocky legislative road, hoping that new laws will fix an old problem. While Brits debated minimum pricing, Thais were arguing the merits of prohibiting alcohol sales during Songkran, or Thai New Year, which runs April 13-15 and is the country's most important annual holiday. This is a bit like Sir Liam banning booze at Christmas. Better known among tourists as the Water Festival, Songkran is famous for mass water-pistol fights and - with millions of Thais visiting their families - insanely busy highways. During last year's festival, 360 people died...
...Thailand has an increasingly vocal antialcohol movement. Last November Thai Beverage PLC, the country's largest producer of alcoholic drinks, indefinitely postponed its stock listing after Buddhist monks led a blockade of the Stock Exchange of Thailand building in Bangkok. Thais in favor of prohibition also cheered the passing of an alcohol-control act that took effect in February last year. It raised the legal drinking age from 18 to 20, banned alcohol-related advertising, and - at a time when Britain was liberalizing its licensing laws to allow for round-the-clock drinking - restricted the sale of alcohol to only...
...couch, and she flicks the remote. Nothing happens. I get up and push the ON button, the sprinkling sound of settled static rising back to the surface of the screen. We eat our cereal skeptically, milk dribbling down our chins, as an image struggles to emerge. The alcohol in my stomach feels like a pit of sleeping snakes, furious as the new grain pulp and coffee tumble down on top. The TV comes to life, animated by what we soon find out is an episode of “Dawson’s Creek.” We have...