I was somewhat hesitant to read this title. The national press continuously tells me that we are a nation of irresponsible, uncouth binge drinkers and up to now I have agreed. Hence why for the past 8 years I have lived a straight-edge life in middle-class suburbia. Rather than drink with my friends on a Saturday night, I enjoy a cheeky little cheese board whilst watching reruns of Poirot. That was, in the past, the life for me.
However, that all changed the day I picked up a copy of Last Orders: A Social History Of Drinking.
Getting intoxicated it seems is as British as the monarchy! We've been necking (youngsters on The Face Books told me that was the correct terminology)galleons of wine, ale and gin since the delightful days of medieval warfare, when a man could slaughter a village of plebs and it was not considered immoral.
We should embrace the strange, bizarre and often irresponsible drinking cultures that exist on our tiny island! I certainly have begun to enjoy the odd alcoholic beverage since reading this book. In fact, I'm currently intoxicated on something called "Wicked"!