Sadly I am unable to join the shitfaced community at present, as I am currently deployed as part of "Operation Man Boobs." The objective of which is to remove from my person the "Wonderbra Connundrum." Simply put, when the mission is completed strangers will no longer look at me and say, "I wonder why that man doesn't wear a bra?"
The strategy and tactics on the booze front are simple. Place the body outside of the pub. Place the booze inside the bottle and outside of the body. It is the execution that is fiendish. In a somewhat similar set of circumstances to the evil Osama Bin Laden, a sober Mrs Jolly was a highly elusive creature. Both frequented various dives and holes in the walls, both were surrounded by a cadre of murderous scum who could often be found face down in the carpet a half a dozen times a day. And both had internal organs that were failing.