The horror of gin.
As far as I remember....When I was at school me and some friends went to see a band at the Portsmouth Pyramids but thought it'd be an excellent idea to go onto the beach first and consume copious amounts of cider and gin. When I say copious I mean I drank a can of cider, then filled it with neat gin and drank that.

Cut to entering the gig and feeling a little worse for wear. By which I mean passing out in the reception part with a perfect silhouette of myself in vomit on the carpet around me. I vaguely remember coming round to see a woman frantically trying to scrub the carpet while I added more puke to the cleaned parts.

10 minutes later and I was in an ambulance answering the 'what is your phone number?' question with "phrrrrblrrrspluuuuhhhhhhh!"

My parents were far from pleased and in the worst punishment ever they made me go to school the next day where everyone in the bloody place knew of my night out. Luckily I was still too pissed to notice most of the Nelson Muntz style pointing and laughing but the shame has lived with me to this day. Maybe that explains why I'm such a beer monster and make it a point to tell people I know now just how much booze I can get down me a night....

It was a long one but hurrah! my posting virginity is gone!
(chakaflange, Tue 29 Nov 2005, 12:57, Reply)