Dare I post this....
When I was 15 I had my first pub experience. I drank 4 pints of stella, which would be impressive by todays standards. Needless to say I was pretty far gone, but my brother and his then girlfriend managed to get me home, pointed me in the direction of my bedroom and thought that would be that.

Not so...

I remember nothing from that point onwards, but when I woke up in the morning nobody was speaking to me. I was told I had to apologise to my dad and my nan, but quite what for I had absolutely no idea. It wasn't until about 7 that evening while sat round the dinner table that I was told the full story (which I still dont fully believe).

About half an hour after I'd been deposited in my bed my brother heard a loud bang and an "what the...OH FOR FUCKS SAKE" coming from my Nans bedroom next door. Apparently in my drunken state I'd attempted to find the toilet but had actually ended up in my nans walk-in wardrobe. I then proceeded to throw all the boxes off the shelves, hold the door shut so nobody could get in and nearly (but didn't, I'd like to add. I really didn't) went to toilet in my nans wardrobe. I'm also told there was lots of swearing and violence on my part. I guess they finally managed to get me out and in the right direction, and they maintain that I was displaying some incredible strength for a pissed up 15 year old girl, but I shall never know the full story because I don't remember A THING. Thank god!

Fortunately they saw the funny side and the only real punishment I got is having the tale recounted at parties. Moral of the story? Stella is lethal.
( SugarSpunSister Yeah, whatever, Thu 23 Aug 2007, 12:12, Reply)