Inappropriate Drunkeness
My dad being a mover and shaker in the astronomy world, it so happens he's a good friend of b3tan favourite Sir Patrick Moore, the great bemonocled one. Therefore, last new years' eve, I accompanied my dad to his house in Selsey to see in 2005.

Whilst there, people kept offering me wine, which, as any good teenager, I was only too eager to politlely accept.

So accept them I did.
And again.
And again.

So by the time midnight rolled up I was absolutely slaughtered at the house of the man whose moon maps had been used by none other than the apollo programme. I had already staggered, with only just uncatastrophic results, into his drink cabinet and had been regaling his friends with what were doubtless very dull stories. My dad was, to say the least, not best impressed.

Fortunately, though heaven knows how, the xylophonist and leg-spinner extraordinnaire remained largely unaware of my abject stupidity.
(WarneMarsh My priority for frivolity begets quality jollity, Thu 24 Nov 2005, 20:56, Reply)