Old Rosie could poison a fucking horse.
I know an old guy who will happily drink 6 or 7 pints of the viscous goo at the bottom of the box of Old Rosie before 6 in the evening, and he'll be at work at 7am the next morning and back in the pub at 1pm.
He reckons he gets through 2 or 3 microwaves a year, either by getting pissed and microwaving foil, getting pissed and setting them to run for ridiculous lengths of time, or, in one case, getting pissed and dropping it.
(Paolo Nutini's Bikini Better than Frederick Fleet's optometrist, Tue 19 Feb 2013, 0:52, 1 reply)

old rosie = cracking tipple*
*two pints max before moving on to something less mental
(magictorch, Tue 19 Feb 2013, 11:19, closed)