Which reminded me of something from deep in my misspent youth. A girl I dated for a while earned her way through university by working for the local pharmacist in his shop. She said that there were any number of elderly ladies who came in and bought up to half a dozen bottles of Buckley's Canadiol (a "cough" mixture) a week.

The pharmacist told her why - the alcohol content, of course - so, being who she was, she thought she'd give it a try and drank a whole bottle. She was violently ill and threw up regularly for most of the next two days.

Not the brightest of ladies, and, last I heard, was a prison officer in Western Australia.