Skip to comments.Teesside man dies after downing pint of vodka [in four seconds]
Posted on 09/29/2010 9:57:19 PM PDT by Huntress
A man died after downing a pint of vodka in four seconds, an inquest heard.
Richard Davies, 29, from Thornaby, near Stockton, had been drinking with friends before the alcohol knocked him unconscious in January.
Mr Davies was found not breathing in a pool of his own blood, and died hours later.
Recording a verdict of misadventure, Teesside coroner Tony Eastwood said the alcohol in his system had killed him.
The hearing on Tuesday at Teesside Coroner's Court was told how the electrician's mate was five-and-a-half times the legal drink-drive limit and his body contained traces of the then-legal high mephedrone, which has since been banned.
However, Mr Eastwood said the alcohol in his system had killed him and that the mephedrone was not a contributing factor.
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He should have listened to Dean Warmer. Chugging vodka in a few seconds is no way to go through life. I guess he will not need to worry about going through life in that condition.
Reminds me of the Irish tune, “Johnny Tar”:
“The doctor looked him over, said ‘ye better call the hearse,
But it’s not what yer thinkin’, it wasn’ the drinkin’
this man died o’ thirst!’”
To quote John Hiatt:
And the tag on his toe read ‘Death by Misadventure’
Ain’t that some way to go? Death by Misadventure
16 oz of booze in 4 seconds, over a half fifth....yah, I can see how that would do you in even starting from scratch.
most likely a pint chugged down by a sober person wouldn’t result in Alcohol poisoning, but if a guy was already loaded it certainly would. I knew a guy in the army that almost died from alcohol poisoning doing something very like that.
I would think if most people tried that the alcohol would come right back up before hitting bottom.
Well, actually, stupidity killed him. The alcohol embalmed him.
Most people yes, but not long time heavy drinkers. When I was drinking I could have done it and kept it down easy.
It is sort of a two step fall down a steep mountainside.
You have probably had a brainfreeze from a malt or slushy or smoothie type of drink. Step 1 is sort of like the brain freeze, except the sensation is not of cold but of an escalating pressure, like a vice grip on the skull, especially at the temples and between the eyes, and at the back of the skull.
Step 2 is a shift in sensations. Just as the vice grip pressure seems to reach an unbearable point and one wishes the skull would just go ahead and collapse just to end it all, one suddenly slides down into a profound descending stupor. Remember the witch after Dorothy throws water on her? One’s cognitive abilities begin to deliquesce and dissolve just like the witch. The clamping pressure on the skull is still there, but caring about it kind of slides off, and it becomes distant and dull. Awareness draws off a great distance, and can even disappear for a while.
Much later, one rouses in a very weak and sickened condition, with a renewed sense of wonder, remorse and nausea.
So I have . . . been told.
Yes. Like lifting weights, except bad.
It depends on the person, what they might have in their stomach, how much they’ve already consumed, etc.
Saw a guy go into a coma in college from drinking 27 shots of cheap nasty vodka in quick succession (within 30 minutes or so) one night on an empty stomach. Upperclassmen who had a little more experience with booze were counseling him to not do this, but he would not be dissuaded. I’d guess his weight at about 150, and he was an experienced drinker of hard liquor. He’d been getting progressively deeper into the bottle from the second day of his first semester, and this was week 12 out of 16. He had gotten to a point where he was sneaking liquor into classrooms and drinking most all of his waking moments, and with all of that, he still had alcohol poisoning.
We never saw him again. Never got a straight story on whether or not he died. His room mate came back from the library, found him passed out and barely breathing and called the EMT’s. The EMT’s came, took him away and that was the last we saw or heard of him. No one in a position to know would answer any of our questions. That, we found really odd.
Another guy decided to drink a 12oz cup of Everclear in two big slugs at a dorm party. About two minutes after he finished, he fell to his knees, wobbled a bit, fell over backwards. It was as if he fainted in slow-mo. This time, we had a guy in the crowd who was a volunteer EMT in his hometown - and he stuck his finger down the guy’s throat, got him to puke up at least some of the booze and (again) we called the EMT’s. This guy pulled out of it that night, probably in large part to the quick thinking of the EMT classmate.
Last case was a girl from South Dakota who came east, who had been raised in a very strict household - no booze, no boys, etc. Well, she’s in her fourth week as a freshman and already going more than a little wild. She downs a fifth of schnapps while in an outdoors class that is out in the Adirondaks on a camping trip. This was after she ate dinner, such as it was on a camping trip. I think she took about 10 minutes to down the whole bottle, and she proceeds to start hitting on any guy with a pulse in the group, and then passed out in 10 minutes, quickly going hypothermic.
She was OK the next morning, but had us really worried there for about three hours.
Some people can handle booze. Some can’t. Regardless, it isn’t an especially well-advised move to chug liquor.
I had a similar experience once at my brother’s house. Only it involved a rocking chair followed by a quick trip down the hall where I discovered projectile vomiting at a pressure riviling Bellagio fountains. His walls were a mess.
We never saw him again. Never got a straight story on whether or not he died. His room mate came back from the library, found him passed out and barely breathing and called the EMTs. The EMTs came, took him away and that was the last we saw or heard of him. No one in a position to know would answer any of our questions. That, we found really odd.
If he had died, there would have been a police investigation. Most likely parents or other family came and got him, and the school hushed the incident.
I saw this at a trade school with a student who gradually went insane. It so happened that I saw his parents bundling him into their car during classes. The physical resemblances were such that these were clearly his parents. That evening, the dorm resident adviser packed out his stuff in cartons and drove off with them, the next day his workbench was cleared and that was that.
Ah. Good stuff. Still not as strong as what used to be available in Spain in the late sixties, only went by the name of “Puro”. Max alchohol content, except for the 4% lost through exposure to air.
I can see death by alchohol, but what’s this about a “pool of his own blood”?
In my younger years I was challenged at a party to drink a large quantity of vodka in a short amoutn of time. I chugged until my lips started to go numb, then paused to rub my mouth, then proceeded to finish. It was in a tupperware container so I can’t say for sure how much actual volume it was, but I made it outside to get some fresh air and immediately barfed in the rose bushes next to the driveway. It was only in my system for a very short while but I was terribly hung over the next day and I hadn’t been doing much drinking beforehand that evening.
Would never do that again, that’s for sure.
God called in today.
L.A. in the summer of ‘69
I went downtown and bought me some wine
Oh, I drank it down under the table
I said: “Watch me now, I’m gonna eat the label!”
Well I’m a wino man
Don’t you know I am?
36, 24, hips about 30
I seen a fine lady and I started talkin’ dirty
Boy, she looked over at me and she raised the thumb
She said: “Jam down the road, you fun-ba-bum-bum”
I’m a wino man
Don’t you know I am?
I went to the country
And while I was gone
I lost control of my body functions
On a roller-headed lady’s front lawn
I’m so ashamed, but I’m a wino man
I can’t help myself
I’ve been drinkin’ all night till my eyes got red
Stumbled on the gutter and busted my head
Bugs in my zoot suit, been scratchin’ like a dog
I can’t stand no water, and I stink like a hog
Give me a five dollar bill
And an overcoat too
Give me a five dollar bill
And an overcoat too
A five dollar bill and an overcoat too
A five dollar bill and a Florsheim shoe
I reluctantly confess to my own misjudgement in this matter.
I had a lifelong desire to compete musically at a national competition and in order to compete nationally, one’s group must have won the right to advance to the national competition by placing first or second in their own state competition.
The group I was in had just returned to competing after a break of about five years. This was their first competition since I joined them.
We had just won the state title and were having a customary after victory celebration later in the evening. I partook of a few drinks but before I say how many I had, I must also say that I usually don’t drink amy alcohol at all.
I decided on Long Island Iced teas because I had heard that they were very mild going down. I lost count after 7 of them and after the celebration was over, and I was walking back to our motel room, I had to pause because the motel wall was in danger of falling down. I blame it on faulty construction.
My son was following me back to the room and he burst out laughing at the situation. e didn’t think it was the wall that was so unsteady.
Anyway, I wound up spending the night sleeping in the shower and not feeling very good the following morning. In fact, I was feeling so bad my son wound up driving us home.
Basically, the bottom line is that what went down so smoothly and without any discomfort or problem didn’t stay dowm and came up with a lot of discomfort and left aftereffects which lasted about 24 hours.
From experience, I can asy that we can’t go on feelings or sensations alone because they may not be present early on even though they may strongly manifest themselves later on.
Anyway, after a night of particularly hard drinking on base, his stash ran out and the PX was closed. So he decided he was going to steal a jeep from the motor pool and drive it into town to get some more.
Well there was a barbed wire fence surrounding it and in climbing that fence, he slipped at the top and (at least in the biological sense) he was a man no more. He ripped his testicles and penis clean off. Now maybe there was some urban myth there but suffice to say, after his medical treatment, whatever actually happened to him, he was quickly discharged out of the Marines.
Back when I was 20, I downed a fifth of peppermint schnapps in 15 minutes. Passed out 15 minutes after that and left vomit trails around the apartment.
Still cannot stand the smell of peppermint to this day. Needless to say, I don’t eat any. After another misadventure a few months later, I quit drinking.
It will mess you up real bad, at least most normal people.
Didn’t know it was poison, did we?
I think you are right. I recently tried a shot of Cognac at a friend’s house and let’s just say it wasn’t pretty. What goes down sometimes comes right back up. I’m sticking to iced tea and diet soda from now on.
Ewwww! Absolutely disgusting LOL
“I discovered projectile vomiting at a pressure rivaling Bellagio fountains. His walls were a mess.”
“Death by Misadventure” - you don’t see that much on death certificates anymore. It is the title of a very cool Ted Nugent tune though.
A buddy of mine in the navy did that in port. He had to be carried to the ship's medical on a stretcher. He'd been in trouble with alcohol before and so this was the last straw. The navy kicked him out. Shame too. He was a good guy, just drank too much and the navy isn't tolerating this stuff anymore like they used to.
I remember lying on the floor to watch TV when the ceiling started to spin like a propeller. I ran upstairs and flung open the door to the bathroom, only to find about nine other kids puking their guts out. I muscled my way in at the bathtub and proceeded to endure about two hours of the dry heaves, all the time begging God to help me. I'm surprised that my girlfriend got that odor out of the bathroom before her Parents came back on Monday. The smell would have gagged a maggot.
That was the last time I ever did anything that stupid.
The Imperial pint is bigger than the US pint. More than half a liter.
Yeah, they kicked my buddy out of the army also, and this was back in the 1960s(early 1961). Damaging government property, they also brought two guys up on charges for getting sun burned so badly they couldn’t report for duty. Your body belongs to the government when you are in the service!
Yep I can not stand to drink orange juice to this day. Horrible.
I have 1/2 vodka martini and I’m a zombie for 2 days....
They get drunk, slide into a coma and die. Similar incidents have occurred many times. I remember one where a guy drank 17 martinis (gin or vodka plus a little vermouth) in an hour and died.
Alcohol is a poison if not taken in moderation. A blood alcohol level of .4% is like driving 180 mph. No way it can be called “moderate”.
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