If you remember it you weren't really there.

Mulling the cider did for quite a few corpses. One frosty night a mate of mine fell asleep on the roof of someone's Rover 2000 and his acid puke took the paint right off it in places.

Then there was the night a short public bar drinker took umbrage with a (different) large friend of mine and started hitting him. How we panicked when said large friend said "I'm fed up with this, hold my guitar". Said large friend was in Special Boat and later took the unofficial world record (so he said) with 243 kills in hand-to-hand combat, so we all suddenly tried very hard to calm him down.