bealine, that's nothing. My mortified mother once found me unconscious and turning blue behind the sofa with a partially drained bottle of Sherry. Fortunately, she had the presence of mind to pick me up by the ankles and shake me, otherwise I probably wouldn't be around to tell the tale. Result: stomach pumped at the age of
two! 
Originally Posted by bealine
At home in Devon, Bealine was known to have the odd flagon of cider by the time he'd reached fourteen! When you've worked all morning humping hay bales on to trailers in the fields, a flagon or two of "scrump" and you were in no pain at all!!! All the pubs in the area would serve you, cider, beer or spirits because, as the landlords used to reckon, "If you'm doing a man's job, you can drink a man's drink!"
Different times, but has life improved?