A crime in Glasgow when the police can't think of anything else to arrest you for but are in a bad mood because they're working when you are out drinking.

Ususally ends up as a Breach of the Peace charge when it comes to court, but if you ask why they're putting you in the back of the van that's the reasoning you get.

I mentioned to a friend who I am currently corrupting the other night (his first time drunk, according to him) that most of being drunk is mental. Not mental as in, strange chemicals have infected my brain and done bizarre things to my mental processes, but mental as in I think [I am drunk], therefore I am [drunk].

He was staggering pretty noticably (except when he forgot he was drunk), and did not agree with my hypothesis that this was due more to how his mind thought he should be acting than the fact that his motor skills were truly that impaired. I insisted that, as a seasoned drinker, I rarely stagger and attributed this to the fact that I discovered somewhere along the way that I'm able to exercise quite a bit of control over myself even while inebriated. This is because I see no reason not to. I've been known to appear stone sober minutes before puking my guts out.

I suppose if I went to Glasgow, it wouldn't take me very long to get arrested.