Winey children
No, that's not a typo: SwiftyisNOTevil's post from yesterday reminds me of one of my own jeuvenile encounters with boozy grape juice.

To set the scene, there's a couple of things you need to know about my 'rents when I was young. The first is that they were a "host family" for overseas students from the local university: the idea was that they would act as surrogate family if necessary, provide the odd hot meal once a term, and so on. The other is that they always had a creditably mature approach to booze - giving me whisky at six weeks old notwithstanding - such that they were always happy for me to try a sip, and, from the age of about 8, to let me have a glass of wine with meals. (In retrospect, that explains quite a lot.)

Anyway: one evening in the mid '80s, the university held a reception for these host families. Wine was provided. I was taken along.

I decided that I was thirsty, so went along to the drinks table. The orange juice didn't attract me, so I asked for a couple of glasses of medium white. The person serving assumed, reasonably enough, that I was going to take them to my parents, who were standing just behind me.

I still smile when I think of the look on his face as he watched a nine-year-old calmly down both glasses in two expert glugs.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Wed 14 Nov 2007, 10:42, 4 replies)

*clicks*
and gets back to not doing a lot!
( disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Wed 14 Nov 2007, 13:49, closed)

Nice one
It sounds like your 9 year old self could drink my 11 year old self under the table.

It's a shame we don't have a time machine - that's a drinking competition I would love to watch
(Pavlov's Frog figures no-one really reads sigs anyway, Wed 14 Nov 2007, 15:03, closed)

@Swifty
It's a real shame that my 9-year-old self could probably drink my nearly-31-year-old self under the table, too. Bollocks.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Wed 14 Nov 2007, 15:17, closed)

*Click*
I'd have paid to see that little feat--not to mention the reaction.

Wine - Free.
Expression of shock and horror - Priceless.
(Rem Sir, why are you thrashing about on the floor?, Wed 14 Nov 2007, 21:10, closed)