Beer Goggles

[caddyman]

Apparently you see above a mathematical representation of the 'beer goggles' effect that allows drunks to see complete trolls as objects of desire until they sober up. It's nice to see scientists earning their keep.

Beeb article here. An entry for the next Ig-Nobel Prizes perchance?

Comments

[ysharros.livejournal.com]

Pish. Beer makes one love everyone, is all. Perfect tool for world peace if you ask me.

And the bra-burner in me must respond that beer makes drunken gits attractive to trolls. :-D

You're mah best mate, you are!

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

Beer makes one love everyone

Ah, well, not necessarily so, Young Miss. For instance, a chap with whom caddyman and I went to school, Philip Bradley, was a belligerent drunk, fond of pushing unsuspecting colleagues into the path of oncoming traffic when he'd had a few drinks (no exaggeration) and laughing as if it was funny, and I myself am an earnest drunk ("Can we talk?"), not that I drink often. I'm quite enough of a pillock when sober.

[ysharros.livejournal.com]

Hrm. Englightening. Earnest drunk is a phase I go through before I hit world-peace drunk, possibly passing through maudlin drunk and mildly-belligerent* drunk on the way.

Likewise, I don't hardly drink no more. And I suppose if I can remember what I'm like drunk, I never drank quite enough even back then!


* I don't push people into traffic, I just get crabby.

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

As I drink so seldom, I don't go through any contrasting phases. I get jolly earnest with a pleasant buzz, then I feel queasy. I've never been so drunk that I remember nowt about the night before.

Anyway, the formula in Bry's entry proves what I've always felt about such scientific/mathematical stuff, that it is all meaningless, incomprehensible bollocks and completely pointless. For me, if something can't be explained in layman's terms, it ain't worth knowing.

Mind you, I have seen beer goggles in action. When I was married the first time, we went to see a band play in a local bar and saw the most fascinating Mating Dance between a perfectly gorgeous young strumpet (I pick my words carefully here) and a beer monster who resembled a hairy-faced troglodyte. Too detailed to go into in this comment, but I've never forgotten it. It made such academic exercises irrelevant.