I pretty much used to survive on Pro Plus...
At college, time management wasn't exactly my niche, so I used to make up for it with many sleepless nights and trips to the 24-hour garage for said wonder-drug.
I had an induction assessment at college one day, and the night before I was on something of a razz at a mate's house round the corner.
After a not inconsiderable amount of JD, my mind elected to inform me that the only way that this was going to work would be by finding a certain white and red box and getting my pill on.
'Moderation' was not in my vocabulary at this point, and I proceeded to take 36 - a frankly industrial quantity.
There used to be an advert on for a women's weekly magazine with the tagline; 'No Lassie, I can't come and save the town, I'm Taking a Break!' which proceeded to turn into the most hilarious thing I could ever imagine - I was flicking through television channels specifically to find this advert.
I then thought it would be a grand idea to try and touch the ceiling of the room I was sleeping in by jumping.
I'm 5ft3, this room was at least 13ft.
That aside, I wanted to try, and try I did.
Unfortunately I was sleeping on the laminated floor in a duvet - I took off from said duvet and it slipped under my foot, causing me to jump more forwards than upwards, fell straight on my face, then got up and tried again.
Much to the bemusement of my mildly tipsy mate. We haven't quite spoken the same since.
Quite how I'm not dead is beyond me, and I got a distinction for my performance at college the next day.
Odd times.
(MessFX, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 12:41, Reply)