In Britain, 18 is the magic age at which it is legal to buy drink in licensed premises. Of course, no teenager takes any notice of that. I've never understood the need to prevent children from drinking alcohol anyway - it strikes me as one of those self defeating prohibitions. I think the best way to keep kids away from alcohol is to do what my parents did to me - invite me to take a sip of warm British bitter at the age of seven. Words cannot describe how revolting the taste of Watneys Red Barrel is to a palate more accustomed to R Whites Lemonade or Orange Quosh. Bleeeee! That sip was enough to inoculate me from even considering drinking until I was about 20.
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