It's a strange coincidence, but that was my dad, Davy Cram, and his good friend, Benny.
I remember that day clearly. It happened in 1974, exactly as you said, but my dad survived and Benny did not.
When we saw my dad in hospital, he was dressed in many bandages and looked like a mummy. My dad was told that if his kidneys didn't work soon, that he would die. He told the doctor that he knew something that would make him urinate... beer! My mother was allowed to bring him bottles of Brown Ale... and yes, withing a very short time, his kidneys were operating.
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