Big Christmas party at school, aged 16
(Yes, it was a posh boarding type one), and the first time we could get away with drinking loads. So I started off on Special Brew, moved on to vodka, then wine, then scotch, then lager, then gin.
Come midnight I was paralytic, but no one could let on, because if anyone was found to have overindulged it would mean no more booze ever. Having passed out in a urinal, chucking my guts up, I was carried to my room (a hospital would have been more appropriate).
The vomiting continued for another 18 hours. My room-mate spent the entire night sitting up to make sure I didn't die.
In the morning he was sporting two black eyes and a severe nosebleed. Apparently I had got up at about 3am and demanded a cigarette - not a good idea with smoke detectors anywhere. He refused. I kicked the crap out of him, and then went back to sleep. He continued to sit up making sure I was OK.
I have no memory of this.
That went on a bit, and wasn't very interesting. Sorry.
( TV's Nosemonkey, Fri 19 Mar 2004, 10:46, Reply)