Just why is it that Britain likes to drink?

For those of you who may not know, the national pass time of the UK is getting "shit faced", "rat-arsed" and totally "cunted".
The requirements for this are few in number and low in cost.
Every weekend the streets of cities and towns around this glorious nation are littered with the debris of our broken dreams.

In a climate where the celebrity/civilian line becomes ever more blurred, the common punter on the street seeks to mimic that big titted bint who won that reality tv show that time or that footballer who used to be a builder and was spotted playing in his pub team. Sadly, the mimicry is mostly reminiscent of the images published in Heat. Images of tramps and trogs, stumbling out of clubs, covered in various fluids and with some ropey mess of a human on their arm.

It seems this facet of the celebrity lifestyle is the most easily attainable.
Of course this is only a relatively recent phenomenon. The root of our impending liver failure, en masse, goes way back.

Anything that alters the mind to give temporary escape from reality has always been indulged in.
Egyptian slaves were fed on a type of beer that was heavily nutritious and cheap. It also maintained a level of maleability in the group mentality. There's a long tradition of keeping the slave/working classes happy with mind altering/controlling substances (religion anyone?). Traditions like that don't go away, they merely change.
Britain once had a state brewery to supply low cost alcohol to the public, this was an open effort to keep people happy. Happy people don't revolt.

Here in Britain we have a hard life, not by world standards, but for an advanced, developed country at the forefront of politics and technology.
In relation to our european peers we work harder and longer for less money. If this was the standard, and no comparison could be drawn, this wouldn't matter. But seeing more and more how the celebrity classes live, seeing how mainland europe lives, it instils in us an over inflated sense of entitlement. We want the cosmopolitan lifestyle. We want a holiday home in the south of France. We want the trophy wife. We want it all, but don't you dare expect us to put in the effort to achieve it. It should be ours by right. This is the mentality that is making us languish behind in all the things that matter. Literacy rates, health, voting turn outs.
We aren't poor, we aren't destitute. If the poorest of our population can afford Sky Digital and a mobile phone we are doing OK. We should work hard to achieve things. We should put in the hours to earn money.

We were born, that's the easy part. Now if we want a lifestyle, we mustn't be afraid to work for it.
By all means go out on a weekend for a drink, have a good time, but when monday comes, don't you dare complain about others having it better than you. If you can spend £50+ on a friday night, simply to get drunk, then you have the resources to afford a lot more than most people.

I realise that for a first blog this is quite heavy (and rather badly structured/worded), but I promise future posts will be quite light hearted...and shorter.
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