When I was a youngster I'd have drunk most Irish under the table no problem. As for best drunken story, it would be one of 2 from Malia 10 years ago, both on the same night. Firstly I set my own hand on fire without realising, secondly I escaped from the police through a sewage tunnel. Or the time in Kavos the year before when I drank too such absinthe and hallucinated that I was being pursued by the agents from the Matrix, which led to me doing my ankle ligaments. I was a bit of a drunken tit to be fair.
They do say that the fatter you are, the more you have to drink to get drunk. Fancy a barrel of beer?
Kelly's. Is it still going strong? Remember some cracking times in there. A few of us went up to watch Sander Kleinenberg around 1997 and it got very messy. Woke up in some random burds's house and the first thing I did was look outside to check the colour of the kerbstones to make sure I was in "friendly" territory