Great Britain has the worst rate of child alcohol abuse worldwide, and more than half of children in England, Scotland and Wales have drunk alcohol by the age of 13, according to a report.However, they are conflating two very different things here. If a child has consumed alcohol in the home on a handful of occasions, it does not necessarily mean that they are drinking in an abusive or problematic manner. There is no law against adults giving alcohol to children over the age of five, and many parents may feel that, once they enter their teens, that allowing them the occasional small drink in a controlled environment is better than imposing a strict prohibition that they may well kick against. If parents are regularly drinking alcohol themselves, it comes across as hypocritical to deny their fifteen-year-olds, who may well be physically bigger than them, a small glass from time to time.The study, one of the largest of its kind by the World Health Organization (WHO), looked at 2021-22 data on 280,000 children aged 11, 13 and 15 from 44 countries and regions who were asked about alcohol, cigarettes and vape usage.
The analysis found that Great Britain had a significant issue with underage alcohol abuse. More than a third of boys (35%) and girls (34%) had drunk alcohol by the age of 11, and by 13, 57% of girls and 50% of boys in England had consumed alcohol – the highest rate included in the analysis.
More than half of girls (55%) and boys (56%) in England from higher-income families said they had drunk alcohol in their lifetime, compared with 50% of girls and 39% of boys from lower-income backgrounds.
It used to be a commonplace observation that children in countries like France and Italy would be routinely given wine at family meals from an early age to accustom them to the culture. This was once regarded with slightly raised eyebrows in this country, but as cultures have grown together and drinking at home has become normal, the situation here has become much the same.
When I was a young child, the attitude was very much one of “we never have drink in the house except for Christmas”, with the exception of my dad having the occasional bottle of brown ale. But, in the 1970s, there was a cultural shift, and home drinking was seen as more normal and indeed aspirational. I remember been allowed the odd glass of bottled cider from my mid-teens, which was probably perceived as something virtually non-alcoholic at a time when strengths were never declared, and by the age of 16 I was regularly having half-pint cans of lager.
I did a couple of polls on Twitter which generally bore this out, that most people had first sampled alcoholic between the ages of 13 and 15, and most had been introduced to it in the family home.
POLL: At what age did you first have an alcoholic drink (excluding shandy)?
— Pub Curmudgeon πΈπ» (@oldmudgie) April 26, 2024
Of course, there is another side to the picture, in that many under-18s are drinking alcohol in an uncontrolled and potentially hazardous manner, in parks, at parties and at informal gatherings. But merely having been given a glass of beer or wine by your parents does not automatically lead on to this, as bodies like the hard-line prohibitionist Institute of Alcohol Studies, quoted in the article, allege.POLL: In what circumstances did you have your first alcoholic drink? (excluding "try a sip of this beer/wine")
— Pub Curmudgeon πΈπ» (@oldmudgie) April 27, 2024
A. On licensed premises, legally
B. On licensed premises, underage
C. From parents or relatives at home
D. From friends or older adults
We now have the tightest ever controls on underage purchasing of alcohol and, while there may be the odd dodgy backstreet shopkeeper, under-18s find it very difficult to obtain drink on their own account. So they are either getting it from older peers, unrelated adults, a black market, or parents and relatives. Some parents are not particularly bothered about their children drinking a lot once they’re 16 or 17 and see no problem with it.
This will inevitably be used as ammunition for further restrictions on the availability of alcohol and increases in the price for adult drinkers. But it is essentially caused by a decline in social cohesion and a sense of moral values, and tightening the screw even more is unlikely to do much to curb it. No doubt someone will pipe up with the bright idea, thought, that since we are increasing the legal age for buying tobacco products by one year every year, why shouldn’t we do the same with alcohol for the protection of the young?
Much tighter restrictions on underage drinking on licensed premises have perversely had a negative social effect. When I was growing up in the 1970s, it was considered entirely normal for young people to be drinking in pubs from the age of 15 or 16 onwards, and it provided a convenient social outlet for them. This helped to socialise young people into drinking in a restrained and moderate way under the watchful eye of the licensee and older customers. They knew they were only there on sufferance and had to behave themselves.
However, pubs today are required to take a very strict line on checking the age of young drinkers, and aggressive ID’ing often continues well after 18 under the aegis of schemes such as “Challenge 25”. Many evening venues will refuse to admit any under-18s due to concerns about drinks being shared within groups. This is something that has only really happened in the present century. But the result is not that young people abstain from alcohol, but that they drink it in less controlled environments such as park benches or each other’s homes. And this has had a detrimental effect both on the licensed trade and on wider society.
An interesting topic, having answered your poll, that I had my first drink at home probably around 13 years old, This was wine with a Sunday roast, a regular meal on a Sunday, my parents are not big drinkers, and my only other drink at home would be a few sips of bitter.
ReplyDeleteChildren from less well off families are far less likely to monitor alcohol intake, and will encounter alcohol from their peer group rather than parents more often than not.
When I first started going to pubs frequently, probably from the age of 19, it was more about meeting friends, alcohol was a by product of our evenings out, rather than the reason itself.
Interesting that alcohol consumption by a child somehow becomes 'alcohol abuse' in the Guardian article. They don't mention 'smoking abuse' or 'vaping abuse'.
ReplyDeleteI like reading the Grauniad for the lols.
DeleteI imagine leather-elbowed teachers having a good old tug at themselves reading Polly Toynbee bashing the evil rich Tories from her million euro farmhouse in Tuscany.
There was one hack this week who opined Sunak was solely responsible for Humza Useless's resignation because he wouldn't let him call another Indyref...
I'm writing this at 32,000 feet over the Pacific on a Hawaiian Airlines flight to the Big Island courtesy of free WiFi from Mr Musk's StarLink. It has better download speed than my home Three WiFi. That's why he's so wealthy.
We got in late to LAX last night after a delayed flight which took off two minutes before the three hours at which £350pp compo would have kicked in. Drat.
12 hours later we enjoyed a drink at our airport hotel bar - a bottle of Sam Adams and a pint of cider. $24 + 10% tip .
The bill suggested 20%.
I was waiting for the barman to complain so I could suggest he could piss off and learn to smile and not communicate in monosyllabic grunts.
Bloody First World problems.
Christmas cake contained brandy poured in after the cake was cooked. A glass every week or similar. It was made months before Christmas.
ReplyDeleteMany children's medicines contained alcohol. Gripe water, cough medicine etc.
Home made ginger beer must have been alcoholic given the process.
At Hogmanay children were given a glass of much watered port or sherry to welcome the Bells.
Pubs were places where you went to enjoy company and conversation. Now the music is deafening and shouting is not a pleasure. I think this is why young folk emerge from pubs deafened and still shouting.
In Britain the art of an evening in the pub, slowly supping weak beer is lost.
It’s interesting how a complex question is simplified into a meaningless statistic. How many kids have had a drink?
ReplyDeleteThe issue being for a society where alcohol is a legal and socially acceptable product, how do you best ensure children do not get harmful access and as they grow into adults make informed choices and do so safely avoiding the identified harms that can come with it? Developing habits that enhance their lives rather than destroy them, and pass that on to their own children.
We arguably have a lot to learn to learn from other countries. We’ve never particular chose to learn it. We’ve known what to do for generations but never chose to do it. So we will be left observing our European neighbours who appear to raise their children better, keep them from harms, and civilise them into their national cultures without the mess, blood and vomit that this country chooses to hose down in the early hours before the shops open, or export to the Spanish coast.
16 or 17 year olds in pubs now would be sat in a group, but still in their own worlds on their phones. Probably playing videos on them and pissing off the rest of the pub.
ReplyDeleteIt's five months since our last visit to the US and our trip to the local supermarket here on Kona island for the big shop of the holiday has brought a reminder of why Sleepy Joe is trailing in the polls.
ReplyDeleteNotwithstanding the extra cost of shipping goods out here into the Pacific the prices are eye-watering.
Two small rib-eye steaks were $32. That's 25 bloomin' quid for two steaks. Just one of those in an average shrimp and burger joint here would set you back the equivalent of £35. If the restaurant has a tablecloth you're talking a 50 spot.
Virtually everything we bought was at least double or three times the price back home.
Mrs PPT's hay fever is playing up. A week's supply of generic anti-histamine was 10 bucks or 8 of our Great British Pounds.
Our friendly Safeway cashier told a sorry tale of even decent Hawaiians resorting to shoplifting basic goods to feed their families.
Forget illegal immigration - not a problem on this remote outpost of the Union - Biden will be undone by what legendary Democratic election guru the Ragin' Cajun James Carville coined " It's the economy, stupid. "
Booze-wise Happy Hour is the real key to getting pissed on the cheap and four quid pints are common before 6pm even if they are piss-weak American shite. Decent Margaritas can also be had for not much more even if you have to teach bar staff not to drown them in syrup.
And avoiding the tourist area by the port visited daily by cruise ship Leviathans - the passengers that is.
Amusingly what Yanks call dive bars where the locals drink would be just a local boozer to us but then the average American has an almost puritanical fear of booze and fags these days.
Larding your arteries up on deep-fried beige food is fine but more than a couple of pints in a session and you start getting funny looks.
But we sojourned to the Dolphin Spit bar for our early-evening sharpeners today.
A classic beach bar marooned in a shopping arcade - long wooden counter, a wall of TVs behind the bar showing sport and good local prices. Six bucks a beer including the local Kona brewery's cracking 5.5% coconut-infused brown ale. Sounds gross but it's actually awesome as they're prone to say in these parts.
A visit to said brewery beckons.
If I can prize Mrs PPT away from the tequila slammers.
First World problems again.
Our humble abode on this trip is an Hawaiian house exchange.
ReplyDeleteSome years ago when I was at my most bored in early retirement I bought the cheapest house in Ireland - derelict and empty for four decades - and built a three bed house fashioned after a Manhattan loft.
The brick slip walls came from the demolition of an ancient factory in Poland. The wide pine floorboards were from a derelict 200-year-old cotton mill in the States, gutted and brought back to Ireland in dozens of shipping containers by an enterprising salvage merchant.
On the day I found them in the yard a worker was running a hand-held metal detector over the wood looking for old nails to remove before planing.
" You do realise those were probably hammered in by slaves " I told him.
" Paid about the same fecking wages as me I bet " he replied with a quick Irish wit.
Anyway I keep the house solely for home exchanges and it enables Mrs PPT and I to travel the world and make new friends with people who come to our place in Ireland.
Our cosy nook this time is on the lower slopes of a volcano overlooking our swimming pool and thence the Pacific Ocean.
Its Canadian owners are at their other place in Malta.
Which is a castle.
The island is staggeringly beautiful as live volcanic islands often are.
Kona grows some of the most expensive coffee in the world.
And it has some very good breweries.
So naturally there's a few coffee beers on offer - the best we've come across so far is Big Island Brewhaus's White Mountain Porter, a delicious 5.8% coconut/coffee infused effort from a brewery offering 16 different beers.
Craft breweries here are no railway arch, pallet-furnitured glorified home brewers but popular destinations with excellent restaurants and full merch operations housed in modern buildings.
There are five of them on the island which has a population about the size of Bournemouth.
Last night we tried most of them at Big Humpy's Alehouse which has 32 beers on draught.
It'll be vision-only and no sound from Mrs PPT today I'll vouchsafe.
I'm not too shabby myself.
Prof, these travelogues are very interesting, but not really very relevant to the topic of the post.
DeleteJust trying to liven up a dull subject which has attracted little interest old sport.
ReplyDeleteHappy to bugger off though.
I agree, better than the blogs in many ways.
DeleteMaybe the Prof could start his own blog. Or I could create a special page for his travelogues ;-)
DeleteI like reading them too.He can certainly string a few words together in an amusing way which is more than be said about most of the blogosphere.
ReplyDelete#dontofftheprof
Woodpecker cider with Sunday lunch. From about the age of10 or 12 onwards. God bless you, dad.
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