Years ago one overnight I pigged out on the thickest steaks while guzzlin gallons of red wine. Hosties got me to me room and shoved me (in a coma) into bed and left (I certainly wasnt fit for anything).
In the late morning (apart from a wompin hangover) my big left toe was sore and aching as hell. Got up and couldnt bloodey walk for the pain - thought Id slept with me toe pushed out of wack. The day wore on and it got worse and I thought I needed crutches! Went to a quack round the corner who said I was sufferin from "rich mans disease". Im not rich so asked what the hell is that? - GOUT!
I thought "gout" was somethin old codgers get in there kidneys or gall-bladder or somethin. Anyway took the meds which got me ok to fly back to base late that night. Since then Ive never mixed meat and booze at the same time and never had an attack since.