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Red wine: About 2 days after a kidney biopsy my sister asked if I was ok to drink. Thinking myself to be a 'Johnny Concrete' I said 'yes' and quaffed gallons of red wine. In my defence, the vomit was a lovely colour, but just the thought of it now makes my kidneys ache.

Scotch: When I got my first recording deal (aged 16) the studio was t'oop north and the band stopped with the producer. To celebrate getting a recording contract (despite not being very good at music) he cracked open some allegedly la-di-da scotch (which I won't even pretend to know the name of), and he offered us some. Despite thinking myself to be a 'Johnny Concrete', I declined and stuck to my drink of choice - peach flavoured concorde (yes, I oozed class even in those days). As the night went on, our glasses got mixed up, I grabbed the wrong one and downed a huge glass of scotch in one go. I thought I was going to die.

Oh, and I'll spare you the story about Diamond White :(
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Tue 20 Aug 2013, 9:42, 1 reply)

If you're going to lie, at least make up something interesting

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Tue 20 Aug 2013, 9:49, closed)

No

( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Tue 20 Aug 2013, 9:52, closed)