Skip to comments.Australian man spent 487 pounds a week on beer
Posted on 07/15/2008 4:21:36 PM PDT by NormsRevenge
SYDNEY (Reuters) - An Australian man convicted of his seventh drink-driving charge was spending about A$1,000 (487 pounds) a week on beer -- enough to buy more than 2,500 small bottles a month, a newspaper said on Tuesday.
The heartbroken construction worker began drowning his sorrows after breaking up with his partner five years ago, the Northern Territory News said, quoting his defence lawyer as telling a court in Australia's remote, tropical north.
The magistrate declined to jail the father of four, Michael Leary, noting he had quit drinking since his latest arrest, but he banned Leary from buying or even holding a beer for 12 months.
The magistrate also poked fun at Leary's favourite beer, Melbourne Bitter, in a part of the country where drinkers can be as loyal to beer brands as they are to football teams.
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A pint of lager is seen at a pub in central London, November 23, 2005. REUTERS/Dylan Martinez
I don’t see a problem here.
I’m not a bitter guy, it must be really good. damn.
Hey, he kept it under 100 beers a day. I don't see a problem.
There was never enough time for him to say "Hold mah beeer"
83 "small" bottles a day. Five bottles an hour, 16 hours a day.
He wasn't trying to drown his sorrows, he was trying to pickle 'em.
100 beers a day ping
He’ll probably weigh 487 pounds when all is said and done.
They never said he was drinking 2500 bottles a month. Just that he was spending that much money. He could’ve been buying expensive beer. If he was, maybe that only amounted to 30 or so beers a day.
I’ve heard stories about how high the taxes are on beer in canada. Maybe it’s the same in australia.
All I can say is, 24 bottles in a case, 24 hours in a day. Coincidence? I think not.
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Some math. Assume a ‘small beer’ is the 7 ounce pony pack size. Also assume the beer is 3.2 % alcohol. Then
2500 ‘small beers’/month =
83 ‘small beers’/day =
581 ounces/day =
18.6 ounces of alcohol/day every day
Baloney. He drank that much beer because he likes to get totally ripped. Drowning sorrow is a false excuse made up by drunks that too many people are willing to buy.
So, he was drinking approximately a bit less than two cases of 12 oz beers per day.
Can people acutally do that?
Maybe some of our Aussie FRiends can educate us on this.
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The man’s kidneys and liver are inhuman!
If the picture in your post is correct (375 mL = 12 oz), he is downing 31.9 ounces/day (at 3.2%). If the content is, say 5%, he is downing 49.8 ounces per day. Again, WOW!
Ever bought a Fosters “Oil Can” ?
I’m wondering if that’s their idea of a “small beer”
This guy ain’t human!
Bigfoot? ET? Godzilla?
gets mighty lonely in the outback...
I was wondering if his “partner” was two legged or four, but didn’t want to bring that up on a beer thread.
Holy guacamole... (hic!)
That’s one thirsty boy there...........
You ping me to a thread once in a blue moon and then it is about some poor Bloke supporting the beer industry in his beloved country?
There are better ways to commit suicide.
If I thought I had to vote for either one of these two treacherous clowns running for POTUS, I might be so distraught as to attempt to drink 2500 beers a month. Since I have decided to vote, but check neither the box for the anti-war Democrat or the pro-war Democrat, I have been able to keep my alcohol consumption in check.
A small beer in AU is 4-5 ounces; surely this guy wasn’t drinking three gallons every day.
Sure they can. If they are young and healthy and fairly large they can drink ALOT.
BTW, your math is a bit off. 2500 bottles a month is only 83 bottles a day. At 5oz per, that’s 415 oz per day. Or 34.5 bottles of american 12 ouncers per day.
When I was in my early twenties, I could’ve done that in a day easy if I didn’t have to work. Well, maybe not easy, but I could’ve done it...and for more than one day in a row.
I remember back in my youth, when I went to a bar to get plowed, I would drink 72 oz per hour for four hours continuously.
I don’t know. We’ve had estimates of a “small beer” from 4 to 26 ounces. Three gallons may only bring him until noon.
And please don’t call me Shirley.
Oh, yeah? Can you name one?
I don't know.....
My god, during a really bad week I might put away three cases. This guy does that in less than a day. I got nothin’ on this guy in the race to epic liver failure.
“Can people actually do that?”
With years and years of practice they can. ;)
LOL... Ain’t no fun dying without a liver, kidneys and heart. You don’t die drunk and happy; you die sober and in agony. I think I’d rather go almost any other way!
Beats a bed in a hospital.
The guy needed a keggerator real bad.
Maybe for every beer he actually drank, he spilt one and gave another away?
By 2AM Sunday morning, we both had had enough and we made a mutual agreement to stop and call it a tie. It was like a month before I could touch another beer again.
Sounds a bit like a couple of camping trips I took back in my younger years. Well, we did stop to sleep, but I distinctly remember having beer with my breakfast on both Saturday and Sunday mornings. Good times, from what I remember.
Singlehandedly supporting the beer industry. That's significant!
No, you don’t remember it. Someone may have told you you did it but you damn sure don’t remember.I think you were face down in the floor.
Believe me I know. After the Navy I was a case or a fifth a day many for a few years. I only remember the beginnings of the days. Not what happended during the days or how they ended.
Back in about 1961 or 62, I was stationed at Clark Air Base in the Philippines. In my squadron, we could check out our liberty cards at 1200 and had to have them back at the CQ’s desk by 2100. My buddy and I decided to “shoot for qualification” one day. We checked out our passes and broke for the main gate. Ed, maybe 22 years old and of average height/weight. I was 19, “husky.” By the time we were able to catch a jeepney back to “Checkpoint Charlie” (as the main gate was known then), Ed had consumed 27 bottles of San Miguel, and I had downed 24. It was a while before either of us could touch another beer.
Saw a sign outside a bar: “The liver is evil & must be destroyed!”
Obviously an ad for Happy Hour. Wonder if this guy had been there.
Usually my legs didn’t give out until I was home. It was a delayed reaction.
I once (or did I do this twice?) spend a week on an island in lake erie where they had a winery. I remember drinking until 2 or 3 every night, then getting up early, 9ish) and start drinking again...for about 5 days in a row. The crazy and scary thing about that vacation was that by the third day, it actually felt normal.