If alcohol is a cure, then I think I've got a problem.
Don't get me wrong, I like a pint as much as the next fella, but... on a night out, as soon as I feel like I'm getting out of control, I start thinking about calling it a night, I like to call this the 'lead plate' situation, as it feels like there's a lead plate in between my mind and my body, slowing down the controlling impulses and the sensory feedback.
Translation, I go down, get up, take three paces, then it's owie time!
But hey, in the Tradition of Al Murray (the Pub Landlord), Let's Hear it for the beer, all hail to the Ale, and Welcome the Wine, for the Ladies!