I left the Army in March 1998. For some inexplicable reason tonight, in front of my Girlfriend, her parents and another couple in a posh chinese restaurant, I got pissed off with chopsticks and asked the waiter to fetch me a set of "Scoff Rods" To my recollection, I haven't used this phrase for years. It never, ever leaves you, does it? Ever. I blame Stella Artois. Tonight, I will mainly be mainly pissing the bed. Probably.