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Alcohol Review – issue 94, August 3rd 2023

3rd August 2023 by philcain

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This week: Brits now enjoy big savings from alcohol reduction; UK to end to-go alcohol from bars; Alcohol boosts blood pressure; A third of Irish farmers drink harmfully; Ad tracking aid shows promise

Brits now enjoy big savings from alcohol reduction: UK wine suppliers and their costumers now pay 21p less in tax for every percentage point they cut from any 75cl bottle of wine purchased. This means tax on a 75cl bottle of 9% wine is now £1.92 ($2.44), a 14% fall of 31p from the flat fee of £2.23 charged before August 1st. The old system meant that wines of 14% were charged 40% less per ml of alcohol than wines of 9%, despite posing less risk to consumers’ health. Public health advocates welcomed the new tax structure, as well as taxes rising to match inflation. The wine industry complained that it will lose money under the news system because its current offerings have not adapted to the new tax system. Others say there are no good low alcohol wines. Alcohol Review suggests that some businesses will succeed in profiting where others fail. 

UK to end to-go alcohol from bars: The UK will wind up a scheme to allow pubs to sell to-go alcohol on 30 September, the Home Office has said. It stands in marked contrast to the widespread extension of state level bar off-sales mandates in the US, where alcohol deaths were still up 31% on pre-pandemic levels last year.

Alcohol boosts blood pressure: As little as one alcoholic drink a day increased systolic blood pressure, according to a new study. The study found no beneficial effects in adults who drank a low level of alcohol compared to those who did not drink alcohol.

A third of Irish farmers drink harmfully: One in three farmers in Ireland drink alcohol at harmful levels, according to a new study, and one in 20 takes drugs, with most of them doing so to a risky degree. But 28% do not drink alcohol.

Ad tracking aid shows promise: An artificial intelligence called Zero-Shot Learning has shown promise in recognising alcohol exposures in media, a laborious task normally done by people.

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Filed Under: Story

Create an ultra-varied healthy schedule easily

24th July 2023 by philcain

Freeing ourselves from the shackles of a weekly routine can massively increase the variety of our daily lives, while helping ensure we do not overdo activities or get stuck in a rut. We can use some maths to help.

Breaking our weekly routine to have a varied combination of experiences and activities helps make our vacations memorable, stimulating and refreshing. And novelties and seeing new angles help slow our perception of time passing.

We are less likely to run out of new ideas if we also create novelty by combining existing activities in new ways, creating a new cocktail of activity. Doing this also allows us to keep the repetition necessary for learning and physical training.

Break seven
Say we work or study a seven day week and  we want to eat a highly  varied diet. One simple way to do this would be to give ourselves a daily meal suggestion: say one day meat, the next day vegetarian and the next day fish, and so on in rotation.

It is a very simple schedule, but because it breaks the seven day routine it creates huge variety. If we start on a Monday eating meat, for instance, it would take a full 21 days before we do so again (see diagram). You will see the same is also true for other day-meal combinations.

Now let’s say we create an exercise schedule following a four-day cycle, which offers a good effort-recovery rhythm. We might start with a day of one type of cardio paired with a day of recovery after, say, and then  different cardio exercise and another day of recovery. In high intensity weight training it might be one session and then a full three days of recovery. 

Either way we can reasonably expect sticking to a four-day training pattern would allow us a good balance between exercise and the rest we need before training again. Over-training is a sure way to undermine progress, feel worn out and potentially injury oneself.

Again, this four-day exercise pattern which does not fit neatly into a seven-day pattern. It would take 28 days before the same exercise fells on the same day (see below). This is not a bad thing. I means without effort that we can significantly vary our weekly experiences. 

Now let’s say now we do both the rotating three-day diet suggestions and the four-day exercise programme in parallel. This takes it up another level. It would take a full 84 days before we have the same exercise and diet combination (see below). 

So, in the case shown, we start the schedule on Monday doing exercise number one and eating meat, and it would be another 12 weeks before this combination happened again. Significant elements of every weekday in-between would be different.

And, of course, we don’t have to stick rigidly to such a schedule. In fact that would defeat the objective. If we want more rest or to make a change on the fly, then it’s no a problem. Our own recreation schedules are only ever a guideline.

Trying it
The activities of diet and exercise are arbitrary examples, of course. You might be wanting to weave together a programme of French language, computer programming and basket weaving. And the period of each cycle could be any length.

I chose exercise and diet because they were how I stumbled this idea. Initially I tried the two day alternating meal suggestion cycle. I noticed how it meant I did not eat the same type of food on the same day for a fortnight.

And then I settled on an exercise programme repeating every four days. Encouraged by the success of the alternating diet I adopted this exercise schedule, adding a third food category to avoid it synchronising with the exercise schedule. Et voila.

Why haven’t I done this before? For me it was because such complex schedules were hard to manage with pen and paper. This made me try to squeeze everything into a seven-day pattern regardless of physiology or monotony.

My habit of wanting to fit to the easily-remembered seven day weekly schedule has led me to programmes of overtraining, as I tried to squeeze eight days into seven. With other activities it has meant I am unable to “find time” for them. I am probably not alone.

Calendars and task management programs now make it far easier to divorce our recreations from the seven day grind of the work week. This can give a regular weekday some of the novel feel of a vacation.

*To work it out you generally just need to multiply the period of the routines, in this case 3x4x7. There is an exception for periods which are factors of longer schedules. ■

Filed Under: Story Tagged With: mindful distractions

Alcohol Review – issue 93, July 22nd 2023

22nd July 2023 by philcain

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This week: US alcohol death surge rolled on; More US states allow teenage bartenders; Alice Springs’ restrictions prolonged; French tax tweak; Rwanda’s “Let’s drink less” campaign. Discussion: We should look more at the big picture.

US alcohol death surge rolled on: The surge in US alcohol deaths continued last year with alcohol-induced fatalities at least 31% above pre-pandemic levels, according to the latest CDC estimates. The previous year saw a death toll 39% above pre-pandemic levels. The figure is only likely to increase as new cases are added to the CDC’s tally. It is already 6,000 higher than its February estimate.

More US states allow teenage bartenders: Nine US states have introduced bills to lower the minimum age for serving alcohol since 2021, according to a report by the Economic Policy Institute.

Alice Springs’ restrictions prolonged: Australia’s Northern Territory government will extended takeaway liquor restrictions in Alice Springs for at least the next 12 months, citing a dramatic reduction in harm to the community since their introduction. The local mayor and others, including the alcohol interests, are unhappy with the decision.

French tax tweak: France’s minister of economy told Le Figaro newspaper the government plans to increase alcohol taxes to curb excessive consumption. It appears to be considering a subtle change, indexing alcohol tax to last year’s inflation rather than that of the year before that.

“Let’s drink less” campaign: The Rwandan government this week launched the “TunyweLess”, or “Let’s Drink Less”, campaign in response to a survey showing a significant increase in alcohol consumption.

FASD nightmares: 60% of the children with foetal alcohol spectrum disorder experienced nightmares, while 44% exhibited frequent insomnia symptoms, according to a new study.

Discussion

Let’s look big picture: “It’s pretty clear why people don’t drink–the real question is why do people continue to drink when they don’t want to?” asked journalist Moya Lothian-McLean in a recent Guardian opinion piece. Alcohol Review suggests we should look more at the bigger picture and ways politicians can make healthier choices easier for us.

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Filed Under: Story Tagged With: alcohol

Alcohol Review – issue 92, July 14th 2023

14th July 2023 by philcain

This week: Brits want alcohol-protected policy; CBT may help people with alcohol afflicted people sleep; Court ruling undermines Swedish alcohol monopoly

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Seven in ten Brits want government policy to be protected from alcohol industry interference and a majority want a ban on alcohol advertising, says a survey for the Alcohol Health Alliance which launched its manifesto in Parliament this week.
https://twitter.com/alcohol_review/status/1678539848272187392

“Cognitive behavioural therapy (CBT) is an effective first-line treatment for insomnia among individuals with alcohol use disorder, regardless of abstinence from alcohol.”
https://twitter.com/alcohol_review/status/1679151249306820613

“Our research confirms that substance use induces long-lasting changes in the inhibitory communication between dMSNs and CINs [neurons], consequently dampening cognitive flexibility.”
https://twitter.com/alcohol_review/status/1679028325946105858

“Sweden’s Supreme Court on Friday said a Danish online wine retailer has the right to sell directly to Swedish households and businesses, in a ruling that could challenge the Nordic state’s alcohol retail monopoly.”
https://twitter.com/alcohol_review/status/1677312959297515521

“The percentage of [Kenyan] men who consume alcohol every day or almost every day decreases from 19% among men in the lowest quintile to 9% among those in the highest wealth quintile.”
https://twitter.com/alcohol_review/status/1676487967781662720

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Brits want alcohol-industry-protected policy

11th July 2023 by philcain

Seven in ten Brits want government policy to be protected from alcohol industry interference and a majority want a ban on alcohol advertising, says a survey for the Alcohol Health Alliance (which launches its manifesto in Parliament today.

“With a general election due to take place next year, our message to all political parties is that with the right political will there is a significant opportunity here to turn the tide on alcohol harm and drastically improve the lives of generations to come,” said Professor Sir Ian Gilmore, chair of the alliance.

The findings accompany the launch of a report and manifesto today in Parliament. The alliance points to National Audit Office figures showing alcohol deaths directly attributable to alcohol rose by 89% between 2001 and 2021, while alcohol harms cost the NHS £3.5bn a year.

The Yougov survey also found that 60% of people think alcohol displays and promotions in shops should only be visible to people who intend to browse or buy alcohol. They also showed strong support for making it mandatory to put basic information on alcohol product labels.

76% of respondents said the alcohol content of alcohol products should be required on labels, not just the alcohol percentage as is the case now, forcing consumers to work out how much alcohol a drink contains. Over half supported mandatory pregnancy warnings and nutritional information.

Alcohol products are exempt from laws requiring all other types of food and drink to include nutritional information on labels, despite alcohol being linked to seven types of cancer and over 200 other illnesses. The only requirement is for alcohol product labels to include volume, alcohol percentage and common allergens.

The UK government promised a consultation on alcohol labelling in 2020, but it did not deliver on its promise. ■

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Report and manifesto here.: "70% of people surveyed support protecting Government policy from the influence of the alcohol industry and its representatives." (p3). Ad ban support below (p17). There were 12,000 on Yougov's panel.https://t.co/MWq2WAIxS5 pic.twitter.com/IB66MAQhKC

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Filed Under: Story Tagged With: alcohol

Unreal: Being an illegal alien

23rd June 2023 by philcain

This is fiction.

“Are you absolutely sure you want to tick this box with a Yes, sir?” said the airline official at the desk, pointing a lacquered fingernail at the tick box on the US Alien Declaration form.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I said, looking at her with a well practised nod-frown combination indicating I was as sure as possible.

“You feel comfortable telling US border control that you are affiliated with a Communist organisation?”

“What else can I say? We were a self-declared Communist organisation. We even called ourselves the Croydon College Anarco-communist League. The exact blend of anarchism and communism was never fully defined, but communism was definitely part of it.”

“Do you advocate a totalitarian Communist takeover of the US? Those are the people the US is really not so keen on.”

“We were never that specific, but it is perfectly possible we would support it. Let’s say, we were on the fence.”

“‘On the fence,’ I see. And you are still a member of this Anarco-communist League, sir? If you don’t mind my saying, you seem a little old to be at uni.”

“Oh, I’m not that old. And the truth is I don’t remember leaving or disbanding the organisation. So, I think, technically, I am still a member.”

“What I am saying is that if you were to suddenly realise that you were a lapsed Communist you would not need to declare it to the US authorities.”

  “I still have my membership card somewhere,” I said, reaching for my wallet. I’d really rather play it straight.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Okaaay. Have it your way,” she said, drawing the form away from me, stamping my passport and sliding it into a grey machine which flashed like a mini photocopier. She pushed it back to me across the desk, still warm, my boarding card sandwiched inside it.

“Here we are, sir. Have a nice flight. And good luck,” she said with a glance at the passport.

“Thank you,” I said. 

The “good luck” worried me. But I was also grateful. Nothing bad had happened, nothing at all. Was this a good thing? The idea I had pitched to my editor was to write about what happens if you declare yourself a Communist and tried to enter America. The answer, so far, seemed to be nothing at all. That was probably good for my wellbeing but not good for the story.

“Nothing happened,” was not a good semi-humourous real-life Sunday supplement travel piece. Although I guess I still had the story that the US was now officially open to incursions by self-declared Communists, though that seemed unlikely.

I ignored the many disastrous outcomes that came rushing into my mind as I headed towards security. This could well be the worst story idea I had ever had, I thought. 

— 

“That is without doubt the worst story idea you ever had,” my wife had said after I explained the idea to her. “And God knows you’ve had some shitty ideas over the years,” she added unnecessarily, taking Tom, our two-year-old, from beside me in the spare room.

“Thanks for your support,” I said under my breath. 

“What did you say?” she said, turning to me.

“‘I guess we will see if you’re right,’ I said,” I said.

Jemma scowled and left.

I went back to going through the drawers  in search of my old Anarco-communist membership card. Twenty minutes later I found it, the two sides now coming apart, the glue decomposed, the plastic fogged with age.

I put it back together, sealing my younger self in sticky tape, wondering what the hell had happened to all those years. 

“Please don’t let her be right,” I thought.

—

The same thought crossed my mind now, as I walked to departures, consoling myself with the thought that being ignored was marginally better than being told to go home immediately. 

I could already squeeze a few paragraphs out of it, with a bit of extraneous background, so, technically, it already wasn’t the worst idea I’d had.

On the downside there was the fact that I was a self-declared Communist on route to America. That thought played on my mind as I went through security. 

But apparently my revolutionary intentions had not been logged with staff.

As I waited in the departure lounge at Gate 53 for my flight, the 22.30 for New York JFK. I pulled my passport out of my cabin bag and opened it at the visa page. There was a visa for the US, and beside it a small circular red dot.

I ran my thumb over it. It was slightly raised, like a waxy polythene seal. I tried to get my nail underneath it, but it was bonded tight to the paper. Maybe it had a microphone or transmitter in it, I thought.

I looked up and saw the woman next to me was watching me from the corner of her eye. 

“I told them I was a Communist,” I told her, smiling.

She turned away and put in her earbuds and busied herself with her phone. She clearly did not want to associate with a Communist.

“Now that was embarrassing,” a lady was thinking as I caught her watching.

I put in my earbuds too. 21.43, in 47 minutes we’d be on the plane.  There was no going back. 

I pulled out my phone and started a heavy session of Candy Crush.

—

It must have been very annoying for the woman who blanked me in the departure lounge to find we were seated next to each other. 

That’d teach her, I thought. But she did a very good job of ignoring the lesson. She kept her earbuds in and slept, or pretended to, stirring only to raise a finger to a passing steward for a glass of water.

I didn’t sleep a wink. I was too anxious.

I watched Die Hards one and two, drank a Pepsi, played Candy Crush and ate a pizza slice.

I was a Communist revolutionary, with totalitarian leanings, but nobody could accuse me of being rigidly doctrinaire in my tastes.

—

The world was dark but JFK was an oasis of light as we touched down.

At the point the rubber hit the tarmac, and the seat jolted me, it all seemed to get real. A self-confessed Communist about to set foot in an enormous capitalist airport, all for the sake of a story he might sell for a pitiful amount of money.

 Not only that I had a mysterious red dot on my passport that I couldn’t explain. Not even the woman next to me could explain it. And now we were getting off the plane, already. 

It felt like I was being pushed ever closer to an enormous, immovable legal wall, with potentially uncomfortable consequences.  The anxiety took on physical form. My chest grew tight while my stomach felt like I had ingested a bowling ball. I was told the toilets were not available on the ground.

 That could be awkward. There would surely be cavity searches ahead. And there would be bright lights shone in the eyes, and hooded helicopter rides to god knows where for days of waterboarding and white noise. 

I had very little to say about our communist league, it was a long time ago now. We were probably the best Communist league at pub quizzes, largely thanks to Joe’s memory for football. That was about it. I hoped that this would be enough for them.

There was no mistaking it. I was feeling anxious, which manifested itself in being excessively polite, letting people past, helping them down with their bags. There was something soothing about it and I was certainly in no hurry to reach border control. 

I sat back in my seat, pulled out the passport and ran my thumb over the red dot, in case it might help. Time passed.

“You will have to leave the plane now, sir,” said a voice, the calm-as-you-like-twenty-something American air steward. 

He had none of the aggressive edge you get on Ryanair. I looked up and the last passenger was making their way off. 

“Of course, yes,” I said and took my bag as he walked behind me, discreetly escorting me off, while sweeping the cabin for left rubbish.

—  

Once off the plane I got to the bottom of the stairway. There my legs were unwilling to take me any further and put me in a sitting position on the bottom step.

“You cannot sit down there, sir,” I was told in no uncertain terms by a very large security man, with a side arm.

“Of course,” I said. “I’m just feeling a little under the weather.”

“I am sorry to hear that, sir. Just make your way to the terminal,” said the mountainous man before following me uncomfortably close behind. 

I opened my phone as we walked, the sound of aeroplanes taking off, engines roaring, the yellow-orange flashing light from the baggage waggons. It was very late in the UK. I found Jemma in my WhatsApp and recorded a voicemail.

“I’m just off the plane in New York. I just wanted to say, yes, you were right, it was the most stupid idea I ever had. Lots of love to you and to Tom,” I said and walked on, tears forming in my eyes.

The most stupid idea ever had.

—

When I made it to the security desk, I felt quite sure I was pale with fear.

The border officer looked at me directly from under the peak of his officer’s hat and asked me sternly why I was travelling to the US? 

I said I was there for work. I had a story to research. I said I was going to be there for a night and fly back tomorrow afternoon. This made him suspicious. I had gone from feeling terrified to feeling ridiculous.

“You are coming to New York for 18 hours?”

“Yes, it is just a quick fact-finding mission.”

“A fact finding mission? How many facts can you find in 18 hours.”

“A few. It’s just to confirm a few things,” I replied weakly.

He pored over my documents, feeling every page of my battered passport, examining it with a magnifier and running his thumb over the strange red seal.  He put it under a scanner, then turned to his computer. I felt a bead of sweat drip from my armpit.

After what seemed like a year he put the passport on the counter in front of me. It must be a test. I did not grab it and run off as I desperately wanted to. As I inched my hand near to it the border officer raised his head and said.

“One last thing, sir. Your US Alien Registration form is incomplete.” 

He laid down the same form as I was shown back in London. I looked it over. It was mine, only all the boxes were ticked “no” this time. I was no longer declaring myself a Communist.

“You just need to sign it,” he said, placing a ballpoint beside the form.

I signed. ■

Filed Under: Story Tagged With: unreal

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