The Large One
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I'm going back much earlier than 15 years ago - late sixties/early seventies.
Even in those days, there was certainly something lethal on sale in the Northern. I remember a group of us being BANNED from there in 1970 after an over-enthusiastic celebration of a mate's 21st birthday. I take these punishments seriously and haven't set foot in the place since.
My late mum wnet LOOPY at me when I was about 17 or 18 after coming in from only having had four pints of Hurlimann in the Northern.
She and Dad were out when I got back, and I went to bed. I was woken up a short while later by her screaming several kinds of 'I'll kill that little shit...' at the top of her voice. Apparently, I'd thrown up on the settee and just got up and gone to bed. I say apparently cos I had no memory of doing so, and still don't to this day...
I avoided the stuff for about 10 years before having another couple. It damn near knocked me out again. There must be something in it - the likes of drain cleaner or rat poision...