When I was about 18 (late 1960's) I used to go in this pub in Exmouth where cider was on draught at 1/2d a pint (bitter was 1/3d).

This old guy came in with a cherry red face - I bet he was about my age now.

I asked my mates, why is his face like that?
Oh that's the cider does that, they said.

I wonder if they were right. You just accept things when you're a kid.

That cider was bloody powerful stuff. The local saying was that no one could be held accountable after two pints of the stuff