My sister got caught out with a date rape drug with the first drink during a fairly normal friday night out, luckily she was with a group of her friends at the time, and the bouncers in the club knew her by site (and as such protected her more then most) so I guess she was lucky, but then again, she was practically in a coma for the better part of two days, and shaky for weeks afterward.
No one was caught, and to this day she can't remember what happened up untill a couple of days after and before.
In plymouth a few years back there were a spate of these occurences, no rapes, but quite a few women (including a good friend of my sisters) were made seriously ill over the course of 6 or so months, she, like they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
That was a good few years back, though sadly there have been rapes of women who's drinks have been spiked since then.
All in all Plymouth is a sh!tehole of a city, which should be avoided at all costs. Glad I moved to Sheffield for so many reasons.
