Drinking
Suggested by SaLiVA, prompted by Vipros. What is your earliest pub drinking memory? What was your first pub drink?
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Mon 13 Jul 2009, 13:21, 9 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Latecomer (or maybe not for a bloke, well lad anyway)
My mate's 18th birthday, and the day after my gf dumped me (after 3 months) for no discernible reason whatsoever. She also went along that night, so I spent most of the evening watching her cop off with someone else.

Anyway, I was 17yrs and 75 days old, had no real taste for alcoholic beverages and so couldn't even drown my sorrows.

In pub 1 I had a half-pint of cider, in pub 2 a rum and coke, neither of which I finished and so passed onto a mate. And then in pub 3 had no more drinks.

Edit: No, I tell a lie, Xmas day 1989 about 6 weeks before I turned 17, I went along on the customary pre-dinner pub outing with my dad and 3 of my elder brothers. I had most of a pint of lager shandy and then didn't have much of a taste for that either.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Mon 13 Jul 2009, 13:33, Reply)

Aged 16
Scotsgate Wine Bar in Berwick. Several pints of Broughton Ale.

I was ill. Really fucking ill. Didn't stop me though.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 13 Jul 2009, 13:33, Reply)

Seventeen
The Woolpack, known den of underage drinking. Diamond White and 50p a go on the pool table. I went alone and left alone. It was a good night.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Mon 13 Jul 2009, 13:33, Reply)

did I prompt this?

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Mon 13 Jul 2009, 13:36, Reply)

Yup.
I took your comment to mean do something, anything, I'm bored. so you prompted it but it was suggested to me by a comment on the beer cocktail thread by saliva.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Mon 13 Jul 2009, 13:43, Reply)

ah ok
thought my memory was failing me more than usual.

I'd not noticed the saliva thing before. is that intentional do you think?
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Mon 13 Jul 2009, 13:44, Reply)

I do hope so.
Makes it rather witty in a strange way.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Mon 13 Jul 2009, 13:47, Reply)

16
I went to a local folk club with my Dad and drank some godawful McEwans Best Scotch. We sat in a corner out of the way alongside some scruffy hippy folky types. I had 3 halves and was entirely off my head giggling and generally being a drunken teen twat. Next morning I asked my dad why those poor folky types couldn't afford their own cigarettes and kept on sharing them with each other. Ah to be young.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Mon 13 Jul 2009, 13:47, Reply)

I grew up in Hungerford
Hungerford is not a large town. In fact, there are probably some villages that are bigger. Because of this, there was the traditional pub that let all the youngsters in, so that everyone knew where they were. Everyone knew that if you wanted an under-age beer, you had to go to the Plume. The only problem with this was that my mum worked there so I didn't have a chance of getting served. Ever.

This is why I was pretty pleased when a mate of mine came round and told me that he'd been served in a different pub and that I should go out with him to sample the beer-y delights.

So off we go, march in to the pub and, to make sure we can stay, I go to the bar first. I muster up my manliest, I've been choppping wood and have a car and am at least 35 voice and ask for 2 bottles of Bud. (It was my first beer. My taste got better!)

I only got served! We were in!

The night progressed on, we played pool, we racked our empty bottles up on the shelf behind us, we became infinitely cooler and knew we would be the envy of everyone that we knew.

There was just one problem. The end of the night and the walk home. My memory is a little hazy here but I am reliably informed that my legs refused to function in any way, shape or form. Pele's pre-Viagra tadger probably would have kept me more upright than those things. My buddy wasn't much better so we ended up crawling on our hands and knees to get bakc to mine.

For some other strange reason, I began to speak like Jack Duckworth as well. This is something I have never done before or since and have no idea why it happened then.

So we had a lack of legs, northernisms and the vomit. So much vomit. You can imagine why my mum was not best pleased when I rolled home, using the car wing mirror to drag myself upright.

I think the major reason she was upset though was that this wasn't the typical case of underage drinking. I wasn't 17. Or even 16. I was 14 and was only supposed to be off to my mates to play Commander Keen for a few hours!
(Pirate Monkey is not the goddamn Batman, Mon 13 Jul 2009, 16:35, Reply)