I had a bit of a funny turn off drinking “Diesel” during a run ashore on one of the Caribbean islands - turned out
not to be the half cider/half lager with a dash of blackcurrant that I used to enjoy back in the early 90’s.
It went down easily enough but after 4 of them I entered burble mode. The nice American lady who I’d been getting along with famously up until that point apparently got a slightly pained expression on her face, turned to my mate and said, “he ain’t ever gettin’ laid talking like
that!”
She was right, and I think I was walking
dressage on my way back on board