In the 70s when i was a slip of a teenager i got in with a girl who worked on Salford docks, nice looking but rough as fuck came from a big loony Salford family and after work liked nothing better than going straight in the pub and sinking about 8 pints of Wilsons bitter every night, she was worse than a docker
I hardly drank but i used to finish work and go and meet her and just to impress i tried to keep up with her drinking habits, big mistake, i spent half the night in the bogs spewing and one Friday night i thought i was going to die.
In the end after about a month i had to sack it, my face was bigger than Alan Brazils and my pockets were empty, had a lucky escape though, seen her about 5 years later and she looked a wreck