There was a night I mistakenly drank half a bottle of Chartreuse then threw up in the car when my Dad came to collect me from the party. He took me straight to the drinks cabinet at home and showed me a tiny liqueur glass, to demonstrate to me the sort of volume of the stuff you are supposed to consume.
It wouldn't have held a cubic inch in volume. That was in the '70s, the glasses would have been a good bit older. Back then, really, really tiny glasses were still used.
I'm sitting here wondering if there is such a thing as a tuppenny lick or if John is teasing.
I've even thinking of thruppences, although I'm also sure Thruppence was a small poodle belonging to a schoolfriend's aunt.
