I was once temporarily paralysed by some cider we bought in a plastic jerrycan outside a farm gate in Cheddar. Then we thought cows were in the bedroom.
We were sitting in some tiny pub somewhere where the pints of scrumpy could be passed down to us from the bar. It's the only time I've been legless: I've been pissed plenty of times but that was the only occasion I've been drunk from the thighs downwards, we simply couldn't stand up.
Alcohol is alcohol, it shouldn't be so different depending on the form it takes. But snakebite? Scrumpy? Fuller's ESB back in my London day?
Scrumpy is weird