MD 20/20 was my Bum Wine of choice
A group of us used to run an impromptu club night at college to raise funds for the course (art courses end with an exhibition which was your career spring board so you needed to raise money to promote and advertise it)
We found a dodgy off-license that would sell us the wee bottles of MD20/20 for 50p each if we bought them in bulk – we’d sell tickets for the night for a quid and sell the drink for £1.50. A social event lubricated only with sugary antifreeze was, err, an interesting dynamic.
On one occasion we set out by bus to get a stock of 200 bottles and staggered home with them in rucksacks. Got home, switched the telly on and as we switched on the first Gulf War kicked off live on TV. We ended up sat up all night watching the news (back when rolling news coverage was novel), cracked open a few bottles and convinced ourselves that there was no way you could start a war with an Arab nation and expect it to be over in a few days (the US gov on the day were predicting it would be over in 4 days), that it would be a decades long bloodbath and that as young men we’d all get conscripted and die in a desert. – then we drank the rest of the bottles. That went well.