As a teenager I used to drink cider from two-litre bottles in the park
I could put away gallons of the stuff and still feel fine, then sometime around my 17th birthday I pretty much gave it up entirely (at least, on its own, as several snakebite-and-blacks from my university days will testify).

About five years ago before I got together with Mrs emvee we'd gone to the park together for a bit of a picnic. She had a couple of two-litre bottles of cider with her and we got stuck into those. By the end of the day I was on my hands and knees hurling the half-digested picnic into a bush.

I no longer drink cider, which is annoying since the fridge at work is full of the stuff and ran out of beer back at the start of January.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Mon 18 Feb 2013, 8:34, Reply)