Reaching the state of inebriation where the basic functions of human interaction are no longer accessible. Rumour has it that at this point, Willy Beamin himself comes to your aid and offers sanctuary on his floor (which usually happens to be in the pub that you currently reside). He offers conversation in a special language only accessible by those beyond the point of sobriety, which may come across to the casual observer as drunken slurring.
"I was willy-beamin last night. Can't remember a thing."
"I think i can see Willy smiling at me in the corner."