[H]e tossed back so many stiff highballs that he lost count. Feeling no pain, he proceeded to insult his host, lose control of his bladder, pass out on the floor, and was carried home.
Hill, virtually teetotal and a non-smoker, had by this time availed himself of more than one glass of Schnapps and a chunky cigar, courtesy of Rothmans motorhome manager Karl-Heinz Zimmermann, and was feeling no pain.