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14 years old, My Old man East Ham Dave was away on' business' ( Whoring and drinking was an integral part of his electrical supply business ) so had a few lads from school over. Bought a bottle of Malibu and Harp Larger. One moment we were all watching aunt peg kop a portion from Dirk Diggler on the VHS , the next one of the chaps was honking all over the living room shagcarpet and argos nest of tables.
Tried to cover the stench of the puke by spraying some tabac aftershave on it - the carpet reeked of a mouldering yeast infection on a canning town single mother for months to come.
We all fell asleep and heard one of us being heinz beef broth all over himself. Concerned he would choke on his own vomit, we moved him from bed to bath so he wasnt horizontal. Stripped him naked since he'd been sick all over his clothes - he looked a bit like a broken Mr Burns from the Simpsons or the victim of an altitude experiment at Sobibor, or possibly Bobby sands come to think of it.
An ungainly sight, One which still haunts me to this day but nevertheless a legendary performance from the lad.Never touched Malibu after that.
was violently ill and shaking like Nicolas cage in leaving las vegas for a day or two afterwards, but felt like a well traveled man of all seasons once that passed.
reading that back it seems like a homo erotic Shane meadows film, but thats the way the cards fell.
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When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 13:27 - May 19 with 4003 views
I was fifteen. Me and mate Greg saved up our money for a few weeks and on a Friday night went went out to get proper drunk. Went to a local hotel which was full of holiday makers so no one knew who were residents or who was buying the drinks. Later that evening, mission accomplished we set off home and realised that our legs weren't obeying orders but managed to prop Greg up at his front door. His mother blew a fuse screaming "Gregor, you've been drinking !" I heard him say " Don't be shilly " as he passed out on the doorstep. I remember thinking this is not good. Better hop on my bike and get home before I went the same way. Quicker the better so I took a little known short cut . The ten minutes cycle ride took an hour and a half. I've never figured out where I went that night. Anyway, mad cycling in the cold night air cleared my head and blew away the smell of beer and tobacco. Got in, said sorry I was late, mumbled something about a puncture and went to bed. Greg told his mum he had just met me on the way home (good man) so I came out of it unscathed. The next time is another story. have I told you about the time we kidnapped the Mayor of Conwy's daughter ?
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When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 13:43 - May 19 with 3989 views
If you read Brian's account and as I also come from an Irish background, then my experience is rather similar, albeit that I started drinking alcohol at age 4!
Alas, I was a sickly child growing up. I had a colic for many years and I frequently puked-up after eating. I was also a regular inpatient in hospital for much of my first eleven years and so I didn't eat much and I was always ill, visiting the GP and causing concern to all.
My father was visiting his father back in Ireland and upon his return home to London; conventional prescribed medication was abandoned in favour of drinking Guinness and top of the milk three times a day. For the next three years at breakfast, after school and before bed, there I'd be, having a wee swig for myself.
After three years and becoming a lot more solid, I effectively entered rehab as my parents started to ween me off the Black Stuff. Xmas allowed sips of Babycham and sneaky Snowballs. But by 16 when I started to sneak into pubs, my tolerance levels weren't that good but by 18 and with solid pacing, I could easily knock back ten pints.
Then one night at uni after a skinful, someone produced a bottle of Barcadi. I always hated spirits, but hey-ho, I joined in. It was then that I first experienced a spinning room, wobbly legs and talking incoherently eventually lead to a level of quite monumental chundering and a hangover to match.
I have never touched Barcadi since, in fact the mere smell of it is enough to make me gag. I was on holiday in Cuba about ten years ago and just being with friends all swigging it made me ill.
My booze intake these days has been the subject of dramatic change. Where once I could handle two or three day benders, I now can go days and even weeks without booze and when I do, its rarely more than a couple of drinks.
I come from a family with heart issues and having gone dry for four months when I ran my first marathon, I promptly went from finish line to a bar and knocking back 25 units of booze without a flinch. Next day, I had a bottle of red with my meal. On the Tuesday, I got up, looked in the mirror and decided that it was maybe time to make some changes.
I had many great days/nights which booze more then contributed to. However, it really has been one of my best decisions to kick the booze into the long-grass and I find that when I do have a drink now, I savour and enjoy it more then feeling the need to glug down a skinful.
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Mine was on a package camping holiday in the South of France when I was 14. It was in a small beach town with a low key strip of shops with a few small bars and the arcade where me and my 15 year old cousin had spent a lot of our time.
ON the last night I remember the adults leaving us with pockets full of francs and the instructions to 'enjoy ourselves', which I think they thought to mean three hours of furious Track and Field-ing in the arcade followed by a cheeky chocolate special from the rickety crepe stand before taking ourselves off to bed at a reasonable hour.
There had been a party at the camp with a few girls who we had, in line with our sophistication and language skills, named the 'elles fait beaux'. Nerves had left us previously too shy to approach them, but impending manhood was already communicating with our intuition to leave the message that drink is the cure to any emotional or psychological blockage.
Unfortunately (or perhaps for my own psyches well being) my memory gets very sketchy early on. I can't remember what we drunk or even where we obtained it from. I do remember the previously unfelt soaring courage of the all inhibitions removed pre approach and then I jump straight to the post match camaraderie with my cousin of drunken consolation that things hadn't gone so well and that being called a 'pair of f-ing idiots' by goddesses on whom all your dreams of holiday joy and rights of passage had been pinned wasn't so bad after all. All details in between forgotten ( for my own protection I assume).
Like any sensible humans being we realised the best way to see out the night was to make our way back to the caravan (mum had gone for the posh option, adults slept outside in an awning attachment) and belt out a couple for numbers from Starlight Express at the top of our voices! Some rather threatening behaviour from our neighbour soon put a stop to that. I might note that our adult 'carers' were still out and about leaving us on our own. Neglectful.
All that remained was to be woken up, feeling absolutely terrible, by my mum gently rocking me saying 'come on love, I need to clean up' as I had sh1t the bed in the night without even bothering to wake up.
Cue the worst last day of a holiday possible which included the unbearable shame of overhearing the chat my mum was having outside with our beautiful rep about what to do with the sheets and mumbling apologies for all the complaints about the 2am showtunes.
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When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 13:58 - May 19 with 3963 views
I'd been pretty drunk on numerous occasions before this night but this was the only time my mates thought I was probably dead (and then left me there).
This is going to sound more homo erotic than Disco's story but basically after a good few beers one evening I ended up at a house party sharing a bottle of Jack Daniels and a bottle of red wine with one of my mates. He was the sort who thought that Jack Daniels was the last word in cool (earlier that year he'd spent two weeks in America and came back with an American accent so unconvincing that even deaf people laughed at him from across the room) so he'd brought that along as a fashion statement. I'd gone for Happy Shopper Red Wine.
For some reason we started to swap and swig from the bottles of Jack Daniels and wine. It was a disastrous idea, as I quickly proved, but it seemed a good one at the time. Anyway, with both bottles emptied I remember, very clearly, getting up to leave the room. After that I remember nothing, not even getting as far as the door - maybe standing up gets you drunk?
Next thing I know I'm waking up on someone's bedroom floor and the first words I uttered, which were overheard and quoted back at me, were "Oh no, someone's been sick all over me!" After a moment's reflection I realised that the someone in question had to be me and I decided to leave as fast as I could and head home to Hammersmith.
On my way down the stairs I was horrified to see huge red stains all over the carpet and in the hall and kitchen. Again, it took me a moment to realise I was the culprit. On entering the kitchen, someone making coffee just looked at me and laughed. They didn't offer an explanation themselves and I didn't need one, but I could have done without that. The very same thing happened the next weekend when I walked into a room full mostly of strangers and every single one of them burst out laughing.
Apparently, my mates told me later with great glee, I had spent the hours of my blackout wandering the house talking sh*te to anyone I could corner, only breaking off to vomit in front of them and then continue talking at them as if nothing had happened. I also learned many years later that I had broken off from my monologues at some stage to get off with a woman roughly the same height and build as an Ewok.
The adventure ended with me changing tubes at Embankment and walking into the walls of the District Line platform as I still couldn't walk straight. That sounds a bit ridiculous, but the footage may still be out there somewhere.
Needless to say, I stopped buying my wine from Happy Shopper after that.
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When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 13:59 - May 19 with 3962 views
When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 13:44 - May 19 by 1BobbyHazell
Some lovely posts.
Mine was on a package camping holiday in the South of France when I was 14. It was in a small beach town with a low key strip of shops with a few small bars and the arcade where me and my 15 year old cousin had spent a lot of our time.
ON the last night I remember the adults leaving us with pockets full of francs and the instructions to 'enjoy ourselves', which I think they thought to mean three hours of furious Track and Field-ing in the arcade followed by a cheeky chocolate special from the rickety crepe stand before taking ourselves off to bed at a reasonable hour.
There had been a party at the camp with a few girls who we had, in line with our sophistication and language skills, named the 'elles fait beaux'. Nerves had left us previously too shy to approach them, but impending manhood was already communicating with our intuition to leave the message that drink is the cure to any emotional or psychological blockage.
Unfortunately (or perhaps for my own psyches well being) my memory gets very sketchy early on. I can't remember what we drunk or even where we obtained it from. I do remember the previously unfelt soaring courage of the all inhibitions removed pre approach and then I jump straight to the post match camaraderie with my cousin of drunken consolation that things hadn't gone so well and that being called a 'pair of f-ing idiots' by goddesses on whom all your dreams of holiday joy and rights of passage had been pinned wasn't so bad after all. All details in between forgotten ( for my own protection I assume).
Like any sensible humans being we realised the best way to see out the night was to make our way back to the caravan (mum had gone for the posh option, adults slept outside in an awning attachment) and belt out a couple for numbers from Starlight Express at the top of our voices! Some rather threatening behaviour from our neighbour soon put a stop to that. I might note that our adult 'carers' were still out and about leaving us on our own. Neglectful.
All that remained was to be woken up, feeling absolutely terrible, by my mum gently rocking me saying 'come on love, I need to clean up' as I had sh1t the bed in the night without even bothering to wake up.
Cue the worst last day of a holiday possible which included the unbearable shame of overhearing the chat my mum was having outside with our beautiful rep about what to do with the sheets and mumbling apologies for all the complaints about the 2am showtunes.
I think that puts you in the lead. Not sure what's worse, involuntary defecation or Starlight Express.
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When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 14:16 - May 19 with 3928 views
Mine is pretty prosaic. Aged 17 in 2001. I was a late comer to the ale (and have been making amends ever since). I didn't drink anything at all (much to my Irish parent's chagrin) until I was 17. I'd had a couple of pints of lager (wretched stuff) and I'd had to down a Guinness after being man of the match at rugby, starting a life long love affair with the black stuff.
To avoid legal repercussions, we'll hide the name of the pub, but everyone in Sixth Form went to a certain chain pub in Uxbridge on a Friday night. Encouraged by my best mate, I decided to join the fray. Upon entering, I discovered that orange Reefs were a mere 69p a bottle so I entered the fray lustily. Think I clocked about 15 of the things in total.
Wrecked, I left the pub. Popular culture informed me that drunk people got kebabs. Not to be out done. I got two. One from Uxbridge Kebabs, then got the Met Line back to Hillingdon, and a cheeky second one at Hillingdon Best Kebabs.
So far, all good. Dad in particular was impressed/appalled at how well I'd carried insobriety - setting me up well for a career in media buying.
The issue came the next day. I had an 8 hour shift on checkouts in Tesco, and unsurprisingly for a man who had had two doners and about five litres of essentially orange juice, something not very solid wanted to leave my physical being pretty frequently. Being on tills though, you are stuck there. So I spent the whole time standing up (couldn't bear to sit down) physically holding it in, writhing in pain, stomach making ungodly noises. Customers were terrified. I had 3 breaks and spent all of them on the bog. I was in the shop an hour after my shift until I was sure I could safely get home.
I subsequently found safety in just the one kebab . Reef has sadly been discontinued - I did enjoy the Every Colour Reef Downing Contests at university
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When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 14:38 - May 19 with 3894 views
I was a little older than most, 16. New Years Eve, round a friend's mums house where we went every year. A couple of us younguns were sneaking beers from the fridge - boddingtons. The adults knew but just had one rule - don't throw up on the new carpet. After several cans we were obviously making a bit of a nuisance of ourselves so got sent up the road to escort someone's daughter back from a party down the road. Grabbing another yellow can for the road, headed off. Little did I know that I'd accidentally grabbed a can of Murphys instead of boddingtons, one large swing later I was on the verge of heaving (nothing against stout but that's an decidedly different taste if you thought you were drinking an mild bitter!).
Anyway, we past the young lady we were meant to escort halfway, said hello, and carried on to the other party anyway. Marched in, loudly declared that we were here for more beer, raided the fridge and we're promptly escorted out. Went back to the first party where my mate lasted about another 5 minutes before breaking the "one rule" and hurling all over the carpet. We weren't invited back the next year.
Like many of the others on here from Irish parents a small drop of Porter was handed out on occasions. The first time 1 recall getting totalled was aged 15 at a family wedding in Kensal Rise where I should have stuck with the tried and tested larger and lime but decided to try and keep up with my older cousins by drinking light and larger. It ended up with me getting in a cab with my family and when we reached our destination the car stopped but my stomach didn't. I blamed the sweet smelling air freshener and thought I got away with it. The other time was at a couple of years later at a works do from the Bank I was working for at the time. The manager took us all out for a Thai meal but after knocking back bitter with the older more experienced fellas I had to excuse myself before the starters arrived and got ick in a shop doorway all over the bread that had been delivered for the next day. I still feel guilty about that poor shopkeeper and his destroyed Hovis.
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When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 16:24 - May 19 with 3790 views
I was 11 years old and it was at my Aunty Shirley’s 50th birthday party at her house in Wood Green. Me and one of my brothers went mine-sweeping, which from memory mainly involved drinking a fair bit of what must have been cheap and cheerful sparkling white wine, with perhaps a couple of spirits thrown in. I got absolutely hammered, over-enthusiastically tried to wrestle my cousin to “Two tribes” in my Auntie’s front room, got told to go and sit down by my Dad, threw-up on my Aunt’s carpet, got shouted at a lot by my Mum, my Dad, Nan and Auntie Shirley, went for a lie down in my cousin’s bedroom, woke up, was sick in my cousin’s bed, realised I was going to get shouted at again, so made my way out into the garden where after a bit of panic, I was found, passed-out in a small gap between the shed and the fence, with my Farah’s covered in mud and sick…which got me another bolloc king. Good times. My Dad still gets the hump whenever my brother’s bring it up (so to speak).
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When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 16:34 - May 19 with 3754 views
When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 13:27 - May 19 by johncharles
I was fifteen. Me and mate Greg saved up our money for a few weeks and on a Friday night went went out to get proper drunk. Went to a local hotel which was full of holiday makers so no one knew who were residents or who was buying the drinks. Later that evening, mission accomplished we set off home and realised that our legs weren't obeying orders but managed to prop Greg up at his front door. His mother blew a fuse screaming "Gregor, you've been drinking !" I heard him say " Don't be shilly " as he passed out on the doorstep. I remember thinking this is not good. Better hop on my bike and get home before I went the same way. Quicker the better so I took a little known short cut . The ten minutes cycle ride took an hour and a half. I've never figured out where I went that night. Anyway, mad cycling in the cold night air cleared my head and blew away the smell of beer and tobacco. Got in, said sorry I was late, mumbled something about a puncture and went to bed. Greg told his mum he had just met me on the way home (good man) so I came out of it unscathed. The next time is another story. have I told you about the time we kidnapped the Mayor of Conwy's daughter ?
When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 16:24 - May 19 by Konk
I was 11 years old and it was at my Aunty Shirley’s 50th birthday party at her house in Wood Green. Me and one of my brothers went mine-sweeping, which from memory mainly involved drinking a fair bit of what must have been cheap and cheerful sparkling white wine, with perhaps a couple of spirits thrown in. I got absolutely hammered, over-enthusiastically tried to wrestle my cousin to “Two tribes” in my Auntie’s front room, got told to go and sit down by my Dad, threw-up on my Aunt’s carpet, got shouted at a lot by my Mum, my Dad, Nan and Auntie Shirley, went for a lie down in my cousin’s bedroom, woke up, was sick in my cousin’s bed, realised I was going to get shouted at again, so made my way out into the garden where after a bit of panic, I was found, passed-out in a small gap between the shed and the fence, with my Farah’s covered in mud and sick…which got me another bolloc king. Good times. My Dad still gets the hump whenever my brother’s bring it up (so to speak).
Ha ha. I can relate to that Konk, maybe not at 11 but being shouted at by various members of the family for being a 'hilarious' drunk.
Another 'first getting drunk' on Tequila Slammers in Rockaway Beach, New York with my cousin and his mates. We went to a party a few houses down and my parents went off into town with the other relations. I thought I could show these 'Miller lite' drinking Yanks how to drink properly and took care of a crate of Coors followed by numerous Tequila Slammers. These leightweigt septics can't handle it like me.
Next morning. Mum wasn't talking to me and there was a strained atmosphere in the house. Eventually Mum took me to one side and told me that they had come home and found me down in the basement on top of our suitcases. They woke me up but I shoved my Mum out of the way and told her to F off. Promptly turned around and p1ssed all over our clothes in the suitcases.
I showed them alright!
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When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 19:46 - May 19 with 3632 views
Iwas 14 . It was my twin brothers twentieth. My best mate Colin and I started on beer. Being nz boys we drink fast, then we moved on to Rum. I ended up vomiting on the dance floor while some lady was talking to me. The next day I was as crook as a dog, my mother told everyone what a disgrace I had been. That was it for the booze with me until I became a regular consumer/abuser at 17. I was a heavy weekend drinker for the next 10 years until I married. Whenever I had been on the grog I would always need to take a piss in the middle of the night. One such occasion I lost my bearings, I entered my parents room and pissed on my old mans chest. Didn't know anything until my mum told me the next morning. Fck was I in the shit.
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When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 20:39 - May 19 with 3542 views
I was a late bloomer, if you will, got drunk at 17 at a party after our band practice. Came home, went straight to bed, puked all over the sheets, dropped them off in the laundry room. My mom discovered them the next day with the laundry room reeking. It wasn't a pleasant discussion with her about it but even worse was cleaning up.
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When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 20:49 - May 19 with 3535 views
I was 13. My parents were holding a party for some old friends of theirs one evening. One of my old mans mates bought with him some homemade dandelion wine. There were few takers for this potion and so muggins was his guinea pig. He poured a generous amount of this cloudy, rustic stuff into a glass and handed it to me. 'Try this son ha ha, this'll put hairs somewhere on yer', I vaguely remember him saying. I supped and enjoyed and demanded another. Dads mate didn't hesitate to refill out of sight of mum. 'Like it don't yer' dads mate chuckled.' Yep' said I. A strange warm glow began to erupt in my young body. Alcohol is cool I thought , so I left the party and headed to the room where the old folks kept their booze. The cupboard was full. I tried a shot of brandy, then some sherry, mums rum went down well and the Cinzano was interesting and then too were the after effects. Shit!, my legs won't move properly and I began laughing uncontrollably. I managed to stagger pie faced back to the party room. I began pointing and laughing at everyone to mixed amusement and disapproval to all there. ' Like some more of this? 'proffered dads mate. Mum got wind of what was happening and ushered me out of the room and on to my bedroom. She said little, just shoved me onto my bed and told me to sleep it off. I lay there still giggling and pointing, and then my room became a fairground merry waltzer, a spinning wall of death. I chucked up everywhere. Mum came in so did dad. I don't remember what they said or did to this sorry state now face down on the floor. Now this party happened on a week day and so I was supposed to be at school. I missed my paper round, but mum made sure I was fit enough for education so sent me packing with throbbing bonce and a tongue like the insole of an Arabs sandal! My mates commented how unwell I looked. My first lesson that day was PE. The sadistic PE teacher had us all in the gym jumping over wooden horses and the like. Now normally I was lithe enough to straddle the things with ease, but not that day. When it was my turn to jump I lumbered along toward the horse like a clay footed elephant and slammed straight into the side of it and collapsed in a pathetic heap on the gym floor, much laughter from the class. The bastard teacher made me go again and the same happened. I remember he kicked my arse and sent me back to the changing rooms early. The rest of the day was a blur. I vowed to myself never to drink again. Oh what a terrible lie I told myself.
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When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 21:56 - May 19 with 3490 views
When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 20:31 - May 19 by Hitch
Iwas 14 . It was my twin brothers twentieth. My best mate Colin and I started on beer. Being nz boys we drink fast, then we moved on to Rum. I ended up vomiting on the dance floor while some lady was talking to me. The next day I was as crook as a dog, my mother told everyone what a disgrace I had been. That was it for the booze with me until I became a regular consumer/abuser at 17. I was a heavy weekend drinker for the next 10 years until I married. Whenever I had been on the grog I would always need to take a piss in the middle of the night. One such occasion I lost my bearings, I entered my parents room and pissed on my old mans chest. Didn't know anything until my mum told me the next morning. Fck was I in the shit.
I crashed at a mate's student house one weekend and, after the regulation Friday night binge / kebab, one of the lads in the house took a wrong turn, went into my mate's room and pissed into his wardrobe. I was sleeping on the floor - it was a fcuking near miss. Which is nearly rhyming slang.
Edit: re Disco's OP and the Tabac. My brother spilled a cup of tea on his bedroom carpet when pissed. Next day, it had dried out but, after a few days, the milk must have gone off leaving his room 'smelling like Pete Beale's stall' (according to my bro). He decided to tackle the stench with, variously, water, deodorant, Fairy liquid, ant spray etc before finally cutting around the stain and chucking the offending piece of carpet into the bin. When Mum saw it, and in the instant before she went postal, he pipes up: 'It's my room and I pay rent'. I nearly shat laughing.
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When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 22:24 - May 19 with 3455 views
New years eve party in northolt/south harrow 1984. I was 17 and was the first time i got slaughtered. Drunk a whole bottle of malibu (not touched the stuff since) and all i recall is bursting into the living room at midnight shouting 'happy new year!' as the door smacked the back of one of my mates head as he was snogging some bird causing their teeth to crack together.
During the early hours i promptly threw up in the front garden, living room by the fireplace, dining room and back garden before crashing out in my other mates sisters bedroom. Woke up at 6am with no trousers on, found them, promptly left.
Got home, cleaned up and got changed and went to Upton Park to see us win 3-1.
My mate said they could still smell it months later when wind blew down the chimney.
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When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 23:20 - May 19 with 3394 views
Well having just got back from the after 3 pints of the black stuff and half a bottle of here goes.......
Had always had a few shandies that led to pints on days after footy at the working club in Hayes. Slept through a few Sunday lunches with my mum blissfully unaware that I was pissed up and od'd on bacon flavour wheat crunches, she thought I'd just had a hard game!
Recall a house party at 14/15 in Mansfield Drive, Hayes. A warm Friday evening with insufficient parental supervision and far too much beer on the go. Had a skinful, snogged a coup!e of girls, maybe slipped one a finger too! Staggered home quite pleased with my nights work. Problem appeared about 4 hours later.......
Dad was a milkman and my weekly income came from helping him on a Saturday morning! Having been woken at 3am to go to work I still recall (and still suffer the exact same way) the dizzy and slight feeling of confusion. Had a sleep in the car while dad got ready and then headed off to do the round feeling fukkin dreadful. Decided that a carton of orange juice solve my problems, it was 1983 and vitamin C could cure all ills, except this one.
After puking up in about 4 different customers gardens dad dumped me at the bus station and told me to go home. Took about 2 days to recover and couldn't face spirits for years. Still occasionally have flash backs when smell whiskey.
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When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 00:38 - May 20 with 3371 views
About 14 - 15. Round my mates house who had a 6ft snooker table and a commodore 64 so i was round there quite a bit. My mates older sister's boyfriend was staying for there that weekend. Big northern skinhead from middlesbrough he must have been about 22 or something( Ended up marrying my mates sister) He was sound, but i started trying to be Mr billy big bollox around him, telling him i can sort this and that out and we should get on the beers(i never really drank at the time obviously). He ended up driving me and my mate to the offy and buying us a load of beers. He went in the shop ,while we waited in the car,and 2 minutes later then came out with 2 Threshers bags full of Tennents Super!. Goes without saying but got absolutely smashed. At some point of the night in my drunken logic thought it best to catch the bus home rather than stay but the next thing i know im waking up in my own bed,safe and sound ,no puke,no pissing of ones self, no major hangover. Just thirsty,so very thirsty..My folks never found out. My first time proper drunk. My drinking escapades went down hill from there but my getting drunk story's improved.
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When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 14:11 - May 20 with 3220 views
Not the first time drunk but the first time really wasted was when I was 16. I was going out with a girl and there was a party at her house. Don't remember the occasion but I was invited even though we'd only been going out for a short time. A chance for her family to get to know me. Her stepdad was from up north and he liked a good drink and at 16 I liked to think that I could handle my drink. Mistake. So I spent most of the evening drinking with the exarmy stepdad and to my credit although obviously very wasted by the end of the night I hadn't embarrassed myself in any way up to that point. Sleeping arrangements, due to having only recently started going out with the girl, were me down stairs on a mattress on the floor. Woke up the next morning weary and with vague recollections of the end of the night but confident that I hadn't disgraced myself. Rolled over on the mattress to find the girlfriends Mum dusting down the TV and video recorder. Nothing to see here I thought until she informed me, with a stone cold face, that she was actually wiping off my piss from said TV and video recorder. I'd obviously got up in the night to relieve myself and disorientated with my new surroundings decided that the tv was the toilet and proceeded to piss all over it. Possibly the longest morning of my life.
When was The First Time You Were Drunk. on 14:11 - May 20 by FredManRave
Not the first time drunk but the first time really wasted was when I was 16. I was going out with a girl and there was a party at her house. Don't remember the occasion but I was invited even though we'd only been going out for a short time. A chance for her family to get to know me. Her stepdad was from up north and he liked a good drink and at 16 I liked to think that I could handle my drink. Mistake. So I spent most of the evening drinking with the exarmy stepdad and to my credit although obviously very wasted by the end of the night I hadn't embarrassed myself in any way up to that point. Sleeping arrangements, due to having only recently started going out with the girl, were me down stairs on a mattress on the floor. Woke up the next morning weary and with vague recollections of the end of the night but confident that I hadn't disgraced myself. Rolled over on the mattress to find the girlfriends Mum dusting down the TV and video recorder. Nothing to see here I thought until she informed me, with a stone cold face, that she was actually wiping off my piss from said TV and video recorder. I'd obviously got up in the night to relieve myself and disorientated with my new surroundings decided that the tv was the toilet and proceeded to piss all over it. Possibly the longest morning of my life.
We split up 4 years later.
my good gawd fred..
"...The monkey is never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies. When you kick him off, he just hides in a corner, waiting his turn."
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