The committee suggests that many people are confused about the safe levels of alcohol consumption and as a consequence are getting accidentally completely shitfaced. For some, alcohol has become debilitating, stopping them from going about their daily lives. Stinky Ponky spoke to Karl Sperg, an alcohol drinker from Hull, about how it has affected his life.

 

"For years I didn't know what was wrong with me," he told us. "Although I drank Tennants Super most of the day I simply didn't connect this with shitting myself after trying to shag the neighbour's dog. The mornings were the worst part. I used to wake up feeling truly awful, the doctors tell me I was 'hanging over' or something. Bizarrely, I was of the opinion that the alcohol helped. After a few cans I was back to my normal self and had ceased to be worried by the smell of piss coming from the wardrobe.

 

"Weekends could be bad. I began to suspect that friends were playing pranks on me, taking advantage of my short term memory loss. I'd go out on Saturday and do God knows what before waking up with my usual thick head and furry tongue next to what was apparently a flabby pig in makeup. Christ on a little pink bike, I've seen things a man shouldn't see, let me tell you. In a slightly confused state one Sunday morning I actually tried to roll one woman back into the sea.

 

Stinky Ponky asked Karl where he felt the blame lay. "You've got to talk to the brewers of this stuff and get them to change the labelling. There are simply no warnings," he said holding out a bottle of WKD. "Can you see where it says that drinking it might cause you to stumble through the town centre at 3am completely oblivious to the fact that you've got your cock out? No? That's because it fucking doesn't. And it doesn't mention losing the ability to recognize the significance of an Adams apple on the girl you're kissing just before you slip your hand into her pants.

 

"That last one was just an example by the way. I've no idea what made me think of that."