Drunks of Sol approve!!!!!
Maybe, if we get refreshed enough, we'll buy a Polaris![]()
Whilst I was serving soldier I once woke up after a night in the bar with the welsh guards, scantily clad in a hedge overdue for duty in the wrong camp, holding an antique rifle (A Martini-Henry as used at Rourke's drift). My left leg had gone a funny purple blotchy colour from alcohol poisoning, my hangover lasted for a week and I was in trouble with various very shouty men with lots of rank and absolutely no sense of humour. I never found out exactly what had happened as I was banned from ever returning, but apparently me and some guardsman had formed a line at the bar armed with various military relics and only allowed people to buy drinks if they stripped naked and sang "men of Harlech" with us (the Martini-Henry was unharmed and safely restored to it's place above the bar).
I was not drunk enough to buy a Polaris.