36 pints - the most savage drinking session I've personally heard of.

mzungu wrote: »

36 pints? Pfft. Oliver Reed used to have that to wash down his cornflakes.

Rootsblower wrote: »

Why is it on holidays you can drink like a hardened alcoholic but you would be hospitalized if you drank the same amount at home?

Laboratory respiratory ECG, and computerised tomographic scan of the head were normal.
The admission serum ethanol was 1510 mg/dl, and three subsequent serum specimens (collection times unknown) had
ethanol concentrations of 1407, 1217, and 371 mg/dl.
The patient was treated with intravenous fluids, electrolyte replacement, chlordiazepoxide, and intensive care monitoring. 12 h after admission she felt well and 2 days after admission she had no symptoms and her mental status was normal except for mild anxiety. The patient then discharged herself and follow-up has not been successful.
Not only did this patient survive a serum ethanol of 11/2<1’0 but also
the clinical course was remarkably mild. Respiratory alkalosis is not usually seen in ethanol intoxication; respiratory depression is more common.
Division of Family Medicine,
Department of Medicine,
University of California at Los Angeles
School of Medicine,
Los Angeles, California 90024, U.S A.
RICHARD A. JOHNSON
EDMOND C. NOLL
WM. MACMILLAN RODNEY

pj9999 wrote: »

Buddy of mine knows this giant of a truck driver - ‘Paddy’, who has a savage capacity for the drink. Paddy would typically walk into a pub and arrange his gut on the counter, before lashing into copious amounts of alcohol.

Anyway my buddy goes on holiday to same place in Spain every year. In the local bar there’s always this one guy perched at the counter. Buddy asks the barman what’s the story. Barman says that’s Miguel - “I’ve never known any man to outdrink him”. Buddy says I’ll wager €500 I know a fella who could. Bet accepted. Miiguel is asked if he’d be willing to travel to Ireland - not a chance.

On arrival home, Buddy asks Paddy if he’s ever been out of Ireland - Nope - never been on a plane - no interest. Over the next few years Buddy keeps on at Paddy about the Spaniard who thinks he can outdrink anyone. Eventually his persistence pays off. Paddy agrees to an all expenses paid trip to the Costa.
Home advantage in a contest like this is a serious matter - Paddy wasn’t delighted to be drinking Spanish beer, but he remained confident that he would triumph.

The day of the showdown arrives - there was massive interest amongst the locals and every space in the bar was taken. Ground rules are laid down - when Miguel goes for a piss, Buddy accompanies him, and when Paddy goes for a piss the bar man or whoever accompanies him. These measures are to ensure neither combatant deliberately took a puke. Drinks were paid for by the primary bettors IIRC. Speaking of betting, both combatants, supremely confident in their abilities, lay hefty wagers themselves.

The session began at around 1300. Both lads tear off at a pace that would quickly leave your typical advanced alcoholic under table in no time. 5 - 10 - 15 pints were racked up in the blink of eye. Mid afternoon, Miguel starts to feel the pace, and Paddy is delighted to surge a couple of pints ahead. It’s a false dawn though - Miguel gets his **** together, and knocks back half a gallon; the competitors are neck and neck at the 25 pint mark.

Pints continue to be traded for a while, but at the 30 mark, the matador is on the ropes - he has battled manfully against the Irish titan, but he know’s when he’s beaten. He concedes defeat, and slips off his stool.

Paddy and Buddy are naturally delighted, and collect their winnings. That should have been enough drinking for the day, but legend has it that at this point, Paddy decides to ‘have a few drinks’ to celebrate his victory. My buddy reports that by the end of this marathon session at around 8pm, Paddy had racked up about 36 pints.

The Irishman was treated like a celebrity by the locals every time he ventured onto the streets over the next few days. This tale dates from around the turn of the century, and Paddy’s off the gargle nowadays, which is probably why he's still alive.