Ah, Rich -- you've used one of my favorite words from my lone trip to Scotland in 1984.
The night before I took the train up to St. Andrews, my wife and I met three Scotsmen in an Edinburgh pub and joined them in an impromptu, night-long symposium on Scotch Whiskey -- complete with learning aids.
After some time, my wife and I suggested to one of them that he might be "s--- faced." He expressed amazement that we Americans could use such a term.
"It's too derrogatory," he kept insisting, with heavy, rolling emphasis on the r's.
"Well, what word would you use to describe being drunk?" I asked.
"We say 'blootered,'" he told me -- then proceeded to demonstrate a few minutes later by toppling backwards onto the floor.
Blootered, it is. (And blootered we were; thank God I wasn't terribly hung over the next morning for my only round at TOC.)