One Saturday evening when I was 15...
Mistake 1: Drinking about 1 1/2 litres of very strong Scrumpy.
Mistake 2: Being dared and succeeding to down-in-one a can of Skol 1080 that I consequently found was 3 years out of date.
Mistake 3: Being suitably pissed up at this point to think using ANOTHER bottle of out-of-date beer to make a Pot Noodle was a good idea.

I knew that I was getting rapidly drunk. I tried to do something about it. Nothing wanted to exit my stomach.

And so my friends walked me home. I remember everything faded out as I hit fresh air. I only remember snippets after this; the highlight being the fact I actually went into the front room and sat down with my parents watching TV. They asked if I'd been drinking, and I just nodded incoherently. They told me to go to bed and sleep it off, which I did.

Seems I did it fully clothed, as when I next awoke, I was being dragged out of bed by my dad as I was sliding about in a sea of Pot Noodle. I remember being held over the loo to get rid of the rest of it.

They had to strip me, and I'm told I started fighting them when I thought they were going to remove my boxers as well.

The hangover I had the following day was world-class. And my friend kept that empty 1080 can as a memento. He still has it 14 years later!
(Glis, Fri 19 Mar 2004, 11:04, Reply)