Suspiria was released on 1 February 1977

Winston Churchill's daughter Sarah, under arrest for public drunkenness in L.A., 1958

Kansas City Chiefs' Quarterback Len Dawson having a cigarette & a bottle of Fresca after losing the very first Superbowl in 1967

Profumo affair - Christine Margaret Keeler (22 February 1942 – 4 December 2017) 

I am a patient boy
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait
My time is like water down a drain
Everybody's moving, everybody's moving
Everybody's moving, moving, moving, moving
Please don't leave me to remain

Once again, I've drunk wine. I like to tilt the glass upwards hard, and swallow as big a gulp as I can, and settle the glass back down.
Then, an odd duality emerges within me: fire inside, and ice along my arms, which raises my hair up. I love that feeling. Next, comes nausea, which has to be battled.
I sit or lie down, I know it will only last a short time. Five minutes, ten minutes tops. The nausea must be psychological: once drunk, it doesn't rear its ugly head anymore.
Or it might physical: the drunker I get, the less I feel my body. But how drunk do I aim to be? This is only a glass. I don't seek to obliterate my mind anymore.
The merits of moderation! What drunkard can lay claim to this absolutely magical "tuning in" to the world that the reasonable person accesses, after three or four glasses?
There is no doubt about it, this is a master-slave relationship. If you don't dominate alcohol, it will own you.