[Eric]

Originally Posted by Royboy39

Brings me back to the time in the late or middle seventies when a seasoned drinker of repute went into the St John's Tavern, when Bill Dean was the Landlord and Millie, his wife, would go extra miles to get more of your money out of your pocket, the conversation centred on Barley wine.
His Nibs, the seasoned drinker, refered to Barley Wine as 'Knat Pesh'.
Millie, now in full flow, challenged the knob head to prove it was as he said.
I must give due respect to our friend, he sunk 6 bottles whilst holding on to the bar rail for support. The call of nature intervened and our friend let go of the support rail.
One step forward and his puss was embedded in the carpet.

By my rough estimate that would be like chugging about 2.5 bottles of plonk. Wicked