Aged 7
I was at the 40th Birthday party of a family friend near where I lived. I did what any inquisitive child would do; try a bit of all the drinks on the table. Bit of red wine, bit of lager, cider, white wine...

The best bit of this all was that though the wine was in easy-pour boxes, the cider and lager were in 2 litre bottles, and I wasn't able to undo the lids, so some of the adults were coming across and pouring me small glasses of them.

It was all going so right until I had some orange juice, and tried a prawn for the first time.

After that, went to the loo, and realised that the entire world was spinning. Using the wall for help, I edged my way round to the front garden, and slumped on the floor where all the other kids were playing. One of my friends came over to chat to me, and I persuaded him to give me a piggyback round to where my parents were, which he duly did.

I sat down next to Mum, looking rather worse for wear. She asked me "if I was OK?" I just grined broadly, fell backwards into a rose bush, threw up, and started laughing incontrollably.

Most of the party-goers stood and laughed, watching me being carried back up the road by mum and an aunt, my feet simply dragging behind me.

The worse part of this all? Apparently they served Neopolitan Ice cream to the kids once I'd been taken home and put to bed. I was gutted.

I blame Pure Orange Juice and Prawn poisoning, naturally.
(Glis, Fri 19 Mar 2004, 12:44, Reply)