Hahahahaha Please tell me someone has photographic evidence! I got up to crazy stuff like that sort of thing (well almost ), and generally getting completely trashed in my teens and early twenties, I guess like most of us; the problem is we all need jobs and they tend to get a bit more serious as you age, as you begin to need to do stuff like think and have initiative at work, without eight pints of Stella from the evening before making being conscious feel like hell! Having a dead-end job, like what I did on and off for ages as a courier, bypasses this thinking requirement to some degree I guess, and I started on a pushbike, which was basically a nine hour workout in central London, so any grogginess from the night before was basically worked off by mid-morning; plus the added drinking endurance being super fit brings. But none of that holds if you want to get on in life, have an interesting job, and earn a respectable salary. When I suddenly found myself as a chauffeur controller, doing four on, four off, twelve hour shifts, it did come as a rude shock to the system, having to make my excuses from my mates and leave pubs to get home to sleep, because you sure as hell need to be fresh to do a twelve hour shift san a hangover, especially when the clients were executives from Chase Manhattan, Deutsche Bank, Credit Suisse, etc, and the cars S-Class Mercedes. An error, and the management could get Vader on your job. Simple as. These days, I simply do not enjoy being drunk, and hence avoid the stronger largers. Sure I like a nice mellow little high in the evening and can effortlessly drink about nine or ten cans in a night I guess, of Fosters, nice, cheap, weak stuff, which combined with my body's tolerance to alcohol after the years of devastation I gave it enables me to operate a following day nice and happily, and be awake enough to have my wits about me. Given I'm in my mid-thirties, I can't help but feel my duty as an obviously 'older member' of the community to lay something down that was said to me when I was a teenager, that took a good few years for me to realize, realistically: Just because someone else can apparently 'handle' something, such as 'tolerance' to alcohol, it doesn't mean you can. Our bodies and minds are unique; size and apparent lucidness of temperament don't really come into it in my experience.