To be fair the Joop didn't taste of much we were that mullered. We'd been drinking Smirnoff black, dark rum, Morgan spiced and this weird Noggie lager called Rignes gold. To think about it, it probably wasn't just the Joop that did it. We all started spewing and it STUNK of Joop.
I also once stapled my balls to a coffee table after an end of the month (before payday) change scramble and mustered enough money for 2 2 litre bottles of white lightning and nailing the lot! My pal that night got dared to run as fast as he could into a lamp post and knocked himself clean out, funnily enough the same night a South African called Jacko got bet that he wouldn't have both arms ran over by a car for £50 - he did it and had the cash stuffed in his pocket before heading off to A&E for bi lateral plaster casts.