Tragic story PinkyB. I celebrated my 21st whilst a student at Leicester Poly. I don't remember a thing after I took the first gulp from a pint of micky-fin topped up with blackcurrant, bought for me by my course-mates. Apparently, I stood on a bar table singing 'get-em down you zulu warrior' and dropping my trousers, only for the barman to squirt my todger with a soda syphon (he must have been a very good shot). I then went on a one-man rampage through the city streets, removing clothing as I went. By the time I arrived at the Halls, I was dressed in just one training shoe and nothing else. The first I remember is waking the next day with a hammer drill pounding in my head, and my room and everything in it sprayed with a strange, blackcurrant-like substance. I was so scared by the thought I could have choked to death in my sleep, I swore never to add blackcurrant to my drinks ever again.