Hogsheads sound like a fictional unit of measure made up to mock the imperial system.
Fun fact: hogsheads are abbreviated as hhds :)
The metric system is unintuitive but standardized.
The imperial system is intuitive but (traditionally) non-standardized.
A standardized but unintuitive system is useful in modern science and engineering, where reliability and precision are of utmost importance.
An intuitive but non-standardized system is useful for day-to-day communication and conceptualization, where a standard deviation away from the average of the unit's reference does not have a meaningful effect.
Before standardization, many old units of measurement could be immediately related to everyday things, making conceptualization simple and intuitive.
Examples:
Imperial pound of mass: A pound of wheat berries is more or less how many wheatberries I can fit in my hand. I deal with wheat berries and my hands every single day - I can quite concretely conceptualize a pound and more or less relate that pound (of wheat berries) to other things: a pound of meat, a pound of wool, etc.
Imperial acre: An acre is more or less the amount of land that a pair of oxen can plow in a day. In our old little village, oxen and farm fields are something we observe every single day, and so an acre is conceptually intuitive to us.
Ancient cubit: This is more or less the length of my forearm, which again serves as a very useful reference point for measuring and conceptualizing things. Say I go to build a cabinet. I may measure in cubits. Then, when I go to cut lumber, I just measure it with my forearm, cut, and that's it.
Imperial hogshead: I speculate this barrel size is more or less either the size of an ox's head, or can tightly fit one inside it. Again, this is an animal I might observe daily, making conceptualization simple.
Note that a standard deviation of the size of an average man's hand or forearm, or of the amount of land a given pair of oxen can plow on a given day, does not have a meaningful impact on how I use and relate these units of measurement to everyday life - I'm not precision engineering a space telescope here. I'm just buying wheat berries, plowing fields, and building cabinets.
Contrast these origins with metric's.
Metric meter: "one ten-millionth of the distance between the North Pole and the Equator through Paris" - whoa get me outta here! I can't relate that to anything I encounter in my day-to-day life.
Metric gram: "the mass of one cubic centimeter of water", or "the mass of one cubic 'one hundredth of one ten-millionth of the distance between the North Pole and the Equator through Paris' of water"
Of course we can still more or less relate these metric units to things in our day-to-day life for better conceptualization, but because they're arbitrary, they don't map 1:1, whereas imperial and ancient units were naturally emergent rather than arbitrary and they mapped one to one per their definitions.
This is why imperial is a more useful system for relaying measurements colloquially, for everyday life.
The most recent of which being https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pepsi_fruit_juice_flood from 2017 - thankfully no victims.
Would zero-calories lightly flavored seltzer count? Most people probably consider that water... But presumably hard seltzer would definitely count, as would Pepsi Max. So maybe it's a combination of factors like energy content, flavor, aroma, color, etc.
Near twice that number died in the molasses flood in Boston https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Molasses_Flood
The density of molasses is about 1.4 tonnes per cubic metre, 40% more dense than water, resulting in the molasses having a great deal of potential energy. The collapse translated this energy into a wave of molasses 25 ft (8 m) high at its peak, moving at 35 mph (56 km/h)... nearby buildings were swept off their foundations and crushed. Several blocks were flooded to a depth of 2 to 3 ft (60 to 90 cm)
"Molasses, waist deep, covered the street and swirled and bubbled about the wreckage …. Here and there struggled a form—whether it was animal or human being was impossible to tell. Only an upheaval, a thrashing about in the sticky mass, showed where any life was …. Horses died like so many flies on sticky fly-paper. The more they struggled, the deeper in the mess they were ensnared. Human beings—men and women—suffered likewise."
If there's an actual flood of heated alcohol, then you might get poisoning just from inhaling? It's hard to avoid breathing, really.
Kind of shocked by this. Why did the indulge like that? One could go to any college party in the US and find enough alcohol to kill themselves and yet it rarely happens. Were there that many people in Dublin that were hopeless alcoholics at the time?
But imagine the cleanup.
> bounded by Flushing Avenue on the north, Park Avenue on the south, Waverley Avenue on the west and Washington Avenue on the east
Found it. It's by the Brooklyn Navy Yards: https://goo.gl/maps/uat3hq47dvV9tQaTA
in fact, the building still exists,
from wikipedia "Front of main plant, 1918": https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b1/Industri...
it's on the Washington and Park corner: https://www.google.com/maps/@40.6960688,-73.9674585,3a,75y,3...
>People drank from the 6 inches (150 mm) deep river of whiskey that is said to have flowed as far as the Coombe.
Can't help but laugh hysterically whilst imagining this scene. Guess I found a brand new piece of trivia to share with my Irish friends and co-workers.
The Irish have been amongst the nicest and the most 'jolly' group of people I've known/worked with. Look very forward to visiting the island someday.
And this isn’t harmless. I’ve worked in tech all my life, mostly outside of Ireland, and the “jolly drunkard” is certainly not a helpful stereotype when you’re trying to be taken seriously and progress in your career, I’ve experienced the unpleasant labelling myself (despite I’m teetotal) and frequently seen it applied to other Irish people.
Needless to say, this probably happened, but I'd take the specific details of the events described with liberal handfuls of salt.
> Guess I found a brand new piece of trivia to share with my Irish friends and co-workers.
I really wouldn't. They'll probably laugh politely, we're very used to this. But this won't endear you.
As an Irish person myself I've always felt the stereotype was a little overblown.. It seems I'm completely wrong. We will literally drink until we die if there is a literal river of whiskey.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
I doubt any other city would do better. London sure as hell wouldn't.
From the article:
None of the fatalities suffered during the fire were due to smoke inhalation, burns, or any other form of direct contact with the fire itself; all of them were attributed to alcohol poisoning.
What a way to go.
I have a hard time picturing large numbers, so I use railway tanker cars the way some people use bananas for scale.
Well, there goes my morning.
Surprising. But not surprising.