Alcohol has become so inbred into our culture and I find the history of alcohol within our society rather interesting. It’s also fascinating to see just how times have changed over the years. Especially as more recently, the drinking of alcohol has become less sociable, and more self-indulgent due to Covid-19.
An analysis of hospital records shows that although its usage diminished in the period leading up to the First World War, doctors still relied upon it to treat a range of physiological and psychological illnesses. Alcohol had been used as a staple drug in medical practice since the seventeenth century. Its usage within medicine continued throughout the nineteenth and twentieth centuries and the general public, therefore, had good reason to believe in its medicinal power. Prescriptions for alcohol became increasingly popular in the nineteenth century when more heroic methods of treatment such as cupping and bloodletting fell out of use
Back in the Victoria era (1839 – 1903), Victorians liked to drink and they lived in a society geared towards alcohol consumption. In the great industrial cities of Britain, there was almost no escaping the beer houses; gin palaces; refreshment rooms; restaurants; theatres; music halls; vaults; dram shops; oyster bars; private clubs and public houses that served a dizzying array of alcoholic drinks to suit people from all walks of life. Drinking went on from dawn till dusk and on into the wee small hours so we know that many people liked to drink.
The Quackers tried to stop this glut for the sinful alcohol by introducing Chocolate as an alternative to alcohol. The likes of Cadbury of Birmingham, Rowntree's of York, and Fry's of Bristol all made their mark by selling this substitute for alcohol.
For years I have wondered where my newly found passion for Chocolate had come from. I had convinced myself that as my Liver Transplant was carried out at the QE in Birmingham and that Bournville was clearly visible from the top of the QE hospital (Ward 726( the liver ward) was at the top floor of the building).
I knew that my donor was a local man and I wondered if maybe he was once a Cadbury’s chocolatier and that I had inherited his passion for chocolate through his liver gift. That’s my theory for binging on the stuff over Christmas anyway.
It’s a nice thought, but not much good if you’re now a drug-induced diabetic like me.
Here's wishing everyone a sober New Years Eve, and for those who still feel the need to drink, then give Dry January a try. Hopefully it will be the first of many a dry month.
Good Luck and best wishes to all
Richard: brewminate.com/drinking-in-...