I have a haunted tankard - it was presented to one Captain E J Dyer, RAOC as runner up prize in a AOC handicap snooker competition in 1941

Sixty years later it was in a charity shop, and now I find that even if I am only drinking water out of it, the ghosts of all the previous alcoholic beverages contrive to put their fluence on me.

For anything acidic I have a stainless steel tankard, me being the daughter of a union man at Sammy Foxes Steel Works in Sheffield in the 60's, but it has no soul. Water is just water.