I fail to understand this: I can always tell when I know I've had enough.
I remember a midsummer party on South Ronaldsay, about 36 towmond syne, and over about 24 hours I probably drank about one and a half bottles of whisky when, suddenly, I knew it was time to go awa ben.
So I left, and walked home; well. mair like a shoogle than a lowp forbye.
Mind you, it did take me two days to walk 5 mile: but that was because after the second mile the sun was just warming up and there was a nice, comfy patch of grass just by the road; so I stretched out and had a sleep. Was woken up about 6 hours lady bearing a cup of coffee and bacon and eggs from the house on the other side of the field. Qhat a braw lady: But then I'd sairted out her bust bailer the previous year.