I remember getting really drunk in a cider house in Plymouth called "The Star Of The West" when I was a student back in 1992, or thereabouts.
Never been that drunk before or since...
It was a cider c--ktail, I think called "rock n roll"... a mix of Taunton Special Vat and Exhibition cider, if I recall correctly.
Man, I was so ill... For weeks after people were telling me that they had seen me slumped in doorways, or lying in a heap on the pavement, and I couldn't remember a thing. Still can't.
I still have the odd flashback to trying to order some rice from the local Chinese takeaway, dropping the contents, kicking it down the road, scooping it up, and eating it...