I was last in the Old Man & Scythe[1] about 15 years ago. It was one of those weird and wonderful cider places. I had a couple and became slowly aware that i couldn't actually use my legs anymore.
Pretty sure at least one other person in the pub had pissed themselves. The two are probably related, and to anyone who has drank around the Bradshawgate in Bolton, this is by no means a reason to disregard a pub.
I eventually regained use of my legs and carefully stumbled home.
11/10