When I lived in Germany, everyone I knew was pished on Koelsch every night for a year. When I lived in Krasnoyarsk, Siberia, we were all I was on a bottle of vodka a day - sometimes two with one before lunch. For two years in Africa I did a bottle of Rum and a crate of castle a day. BUT I've never met boozers like the bunch of Polish lads I'm working near in Sussex at the moment. Now, these lads are, ahem, builders. Every - and I mean EVERY - morning they trundle off to Threshers like fecking Oompa-Loompas, and return 10 minutes later with - and I'm not making this up - 2 x 3 litre bottles of White Ace EACH. There are four of them in the gang. These 12 pints they will happily dispose of (warm, mind) before lunch at 1. This they take in the pub. After lunch, we sit watching them walk back - straight up and no sign of a wooble - with another 6 LITRES each. Some will take this home, others will actually need to stock up for more on the way back to the 2 room vomitorium they have just down the road from our village. Mate of mine works in said Threshers and they constantly have to blag White Ace from other stores as the computer ordering system shites itself. They're always polite and never visibly hammered. Last week I asked one of them what they'll be doing for the weekend. His reply - "Oh, we'll probaly have a bit of a piss-up." What a top bunch of 1970s, Spitfire-ace loons.