Aaaah - I have two "drinking on flight," stories.  One Norwegian guy went drink for drink with me in an A380 bar, then got sent to his seat for being s drunken pest - wherein he started making passes at the hostesses.  Then the purser said to me "can you control your pal?"

"My pal? never seen him before in my life - pass me another McCallan's please." 

My Dad, though - effin nightmare. I put him in the biz class lounge at Glasgow airport and he started hammering the mini-bottles of wine. By the time he boarded he was drunk - then he started mixing red and white wine to make Rose'. Now OTT, he put on his headphones and sang along to Neil Diamond at full belt - and spilled his dinner down himself.

We got to BKK - by now both of us drunk. My gf at the time picked us up and was horrified at the state of us. I crashed out in my bed - then got a phone call ten minutes later. My Dad's prostrate had seized up - he hadn't pee'd for twelve hours. Ten minutes later the gf had us in hospital - where my Dad got a catheter inserted. An experience he described as diabolical pain followed by blessed relief as 2.5 litres of urine escaped. Another former BM member had the same problem after a session with me - with the same conclusion - and our Dear Smokie has recorded a few mishaps too.

Drinking with me should come with a public health warning