Soooooo.......
Knock back a few sell-by-dated sherbets brewed on regularly inspected premises in sealed bottles by a licensed supplier as part of a regulated industry
or
Pop some dodgy Smarties bought off some bloke I sort-of know in the pub that were concocted in a grimy bedsit from a loose recipe rattling round in the head of some would-be "gangsta" who's given himself the nickname of "The Chemist", using unsterilised equipment previously used by said Chemist to worm his dog, bulked up with dishwashing powder, horse medicine and kids powder paint.
Mmmm, tasty.
