many years ago, during my young reckless age, I was in a bar with a few friends and I spotted a large jar full of pickled boiled eggs on the counter, so I had one. Downed a beer, then had another. This went on 'til I'd had about 5-6. Felt fine. Next morning, felt fine. It was a sunday and I had to go to church 'cos my mate's baby was being christened, and it was standing room only, squished like sardines we were. Then I loaded and let go of a SBD (silent but deadly) one. Man, with a quarter of an hour I had about 5 metres space all around me.