pfr. Scrumpy should be sold with a health warning attached. Many years ago I used to regularly watch an old boy staggering across a railway bridge in the wye valley. He was clutching a lemonade bottle and on his way to the pub, immediately over the river, on the monmouth side. Inside the bar he would be shaking like a demented dervish as he gave the empty bottle to the landlord to fill with scrumpy. On receiving it back half would end up on the floor and half down his neck. 30 seconds later he would be steady as a rock, get a refill and toddle off back across the river. In total contrast the old boy living next door to the pub only ever drank blackcurrent juice. He obviously learnt young about the demon scrumpy!