I am the redneck wonder for a reason...
We are the champions of underage drinking in my family, and us lady-folk tend to look mature at a very young age. Thus...

-My grandad stopped taking my mum to the pub as a lass when her sweet 11-year-old self kept getting approached by guys who thought she was 18. Didn't stop her getting knocked up all of 5 years later (in fact, they'd put her in a girl's school by this point, having not counted on the technical college down the street being full of boys with stylish sideburns and cars with backseats).

- Funnily enough, at a student newspaper party where the theme was 'Adolescent angst' in the uni bar, I was kicked out by the security guy for being 16 as he knew me and my prodigious ways. Still, I won the karaoke prize and the teen-angst-themed poetry competition (I chose to write a love poem from the POV of a thirteen year old, using my old diaries as inspiration. And earnt a rousing cheer from the footy boys up the back for the immortal verse "I know our love's forever/It is so pure and true/I love him so much I might even/let him touch my boobs"). And the guy I did the duet with for karaoke swapped me his half of the beer-tastic prize for a kiss on the cheek, so I had a little take-away to console myself with. Was barred until my 18th- at least when security were watching.

-My little sister used to hang out at this absolute shithole in a scummy little town I used to call home. Not content with sneaking in and getting quietly tipsy, she had to be there at least 2 nights a week from the age of about 14, making friends with all and sundry and getting plastered. Nicknamed the fat old security guard 'Squishy' because of how he felt when she hugged him, and would give him a rousing squeal of a greeting every time she saw him.
Finally, she pushed it too far when she called the local radiostation from the pub and asked them to come down with free caps and stuff...and they actually did. She insisted on being interviewed live for state-wide broadcast and the pub finally had to concede that she was a liability and bar her for a year. She was distraught as she would actually have been 18 by this point- but as it turns out it didn't matter anyway cos she spent the time constructively, having a kid and looking around for a potential father for it. She's due to have another soon. (*Ange has yet again gotten 'Duelling Banjos' stuck in her head).
(Angie the Redneck Wonder, Sat 2 Sep 2006, 6:55, Reply)