Word: drunks
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...specify a bottle of Préfontaines to a sommelier will make his eyeballs roll. Préfontaines is very much a vin ordinaire, the sturdy stuff that washes down the bread and cheese and accounts for 90% of the 1.5 billion gal. of wine drunk by Frenchmen every year. It will never make a select wine list, but it has made another important listing: the shares of the Préfontaines company, D.M.S., have gone on the Paris Bourse for the first time. This is an indication of the success of Préfontaines in France...
...Dylan songs, are open to a variety of interpretations. In any event, some radio stations have banned the record because, they say, the song is an obvious paean to the joys of smoking pot. In the shifting, multilevel jargon of teenagers, to "get stoned" does not mean to get drunk but to get high on drugs. But what cinched it for the radio men was the title: a "rainy-day woman," as any junkie knows, is a marijuana cigarette...
...Fourth Amendment, Brennan said simply that all searches and seizures are not prohibited-only those "not justified in the circumstances" or "made in an improper manner." In this case, he said, the policeman who ordered the blood test had ample reason to believe the defendant was drunk. Had he taken time to get a warrant, the evidence might have vanished. Besides, the blood was taken in a hospital, under hygienic conditions...
...unsubtle, to sound the depths of a delightfully quirky human comedy. Instead they try too often for ding-dong farce, calling on a corps of hard-sell comedians to transform the townfolk into strident cartoons. Jonathan Winters as an addled police officer, Ben Blue as an irrelevant drunk, and Paul Ford as a sword-swinging Legionnaire are the chief offenders, since their familiar broad comedy bits beget feeble satire of Birchite fear and hysteria. This seasonable breach of security is well worth the risks, though, and an obligatory nod to young love turns out surprisingly well, mostly because John Phillip...
Where Borstal Boy ended, Confessions begins: the teen-age I.R.A. demolitions expert, discharged from British reform school and launched on the short, sputtering, sodden, prison-checkered career that led down a hill to fame and death. It reads like a drunk shouting in a pub, happy as only such a man can be, and only half-remembering, not entirely clear in his mind what he wants to say. But the infectious Behan rhythm is unmistakable, and so is the Behan tongue. Mountjoy Prison, Strangeways Jail, bouts on the Left Bank, a party for a colleen celebrating her abortion, pimping...