well, nearly six years as a doorman in Covent Garden gave me an insight into binge drinking... a little story...
I was called to the Gents because "somebody" was in a cubicle and had been there for a while... the "valet" (the bloke that puts hand wash in your palm and turns the tap on for you) said this bloke had gone in and had been in for ages... I knocked the door with the base of my two-way radio and called out "Security, open the door, Security"... I did love parts of that job

... Eventually, after serveral and esculating in loudness calls, the guy unlocked the door... OMG, he was sat on the pan, traousers and pants round his ankles, vomit EVERYWHERE !... up the walls, in his hair, down his shirt, in his pants (use your imagination) it was everywhere...!
I told him he had to go and he had to get them pants and trousers up. He just about managed this and got himself upright. I managed to get myself behind him and took hold of the only part of him that did'nt have vomit on, his back...
I marched him out through the bar (which was packed) visualise the red sea parting as Moses walked...
I got him outside where he continued to vomit and blow bubbles of snot and sick from his nose. This bloke was not well... I don't think it was just booze, so being the responsible person, I stopped the Police and got him some assistance.
Not a pretty sight and one that has truned me off binge drinking...
Pint anyone
