A decade ago, the UK's pubs and clubs were given the go-ahead to serve alcohol around the clock. Did this result in "unbridled hedonism," as the Daily Mail claimed?
A Russian sailor was fired after it was discovered he drank half a liter of booze before driving a 7,000-ton ship into the Scottish coast.
There's nothing worse than waking up alone—except waking up alone with a hangover and 2 percent cell phone battery.
Why improve ourselves when we could drag the rest of the world down with us?
No costume is as scary as waking up on November 1.
Getting spat on, being attacked with stillettos, and breaking up fights is all in a day's work when more than half of all police time is spent trying to deal with boozed-up idiots.
A unique glimpse into a time when mustaches were full, sex was a plenty, and rambunctious drunks cheerily flashed their bits in the pub.
Around 35 percent of ambulance journeys are somehow related to alcohol.
The experiment ended in vomit and wet farts.
You need good manners and a willingness to tattoo a dick.
Why do people criticise the Goldy? We went to find out, armed with a list of reviews by anonymous internet whingers.
Chef Esben Holmboe Bang of Maaemo—one of the top 50 restaurants in the world—takes Munchies out for a night of mezcal, tacos, sheep ribs, and Norwegian folk metal.
But for how long? I went to the summer teen drinking hotspot to see what's new since the local council started cracking down.
I went to Melbourne's first ever 24-hour ramen bar to find out.
Sarah Hepola, author of Blackout, on the paranoia, fun, and pain of drinking so much you wipe out your memory.
We asked people shut out of clubs in Newtown what they thought the problem was.
"The toughest part of being metal in Tauranga was the sand, and walking down to the beach in Dr. Martens with your pants tucked into your boots."
Landsgemeinde is a wonderful chance to get hammered in public and vote for a farmer to be your "city captain."
This year, one of Berlin's districts is testing out a different approach to obnoxious partiers: mimes.
Drunk assholes everywhere are using a new app to get cars to pick them up—read about it in this comic by the artist better known as Killer Acid.
The home of Frances Willard is a boring one, but if you get drunk enough, you might just be able to see the difference between the prohibition of alcohol and the prohibition of marijuana.
We found the one club in London that will have no problem properly fucking up your evening.
Strange scenery, pink-haired girls, and French bulldogs in matching knitwear.