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)