I was just looking through the last posts of Clueless and noticed your comment about the sewer. It brought to mind this little ditty - I don't know if you've heard it - that my uncle Paddy (real name!) used to sing when he'd "got a sup on him"...
'Twas an evening in November,
As I very well remember,
I was strolling down the street in drunken pride,
But my knees were all aflutter,
So I landed in the gutter,
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Yes I lay there in the gutter
Thinking thoughts I could not utter,
When two colleens passing by did softly say,
"Ye can tell a man that boozes
By the company he chooses" -
And the pig got up and slowly walked away.
Regards,
TR