I had a similar episode in my misspent youth, but with Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum. Makes me cringe and vomit just thinking about it. So does thinking about the girl I ended up with that night, but that's another story entirely.
Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum... I have a couple of plastic flask-type bottles of that. It isn't bad for chasing away the chill when I'm out shooting late in the evening during the cold months. Taken judiciously, of course.
I am beginning to resent being referred to as 'half-fast'.
Whatever that's supposed to mean.