I learned my lesson... eventually.
Because of some serious errors in judgement committed at teenage parties, I can no longer drink:

- Extra-strength lager of any kind
- Cider of any kind (though I never sunk to the level of that white shite I see the tots drinking on street corners now)
- Babycham (pretty much the same as cider, I know)
- Champagne/Cava/Whatever other names they have for that evil sparkly piss. I've sipped at fairly expensive varieties of that since, and it's still piss.
- Newcastle Brown (see below)
- Southern Comfort (especialy not after being imbibed along with copious amounts of Nukey Brown - what the fuck was I thinking?)
- Peach Schnapps (but that always sucked anyway - there was nothing else left at the time)
- Cointreau (fucking French - I'd swear they unleashed that on the world just to make it puke).
- Castaway (The granddaddy of all alcopops - why I hate them all with impunity now).
- Oh, and Thunderbird. Jesus h christ, Thunderbird :/

So then, a fair few parties lol. Not surprisingly my drinking choices are a little limited now, but I look at it as an incentive to Drink Responsibly^(TM) for fear of being forced into teetotality without ever being officially classed as an alcoholic. I attribute this not actually happening long ago to my discovery of the wonders of recreational drugs in my later teenage years. Woo yay for variety.

And as for some of things I saw/participated in back then... proof beyond any doubt whatsoever that intelligent design theory is nonsense - we're animals, oh yes.
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Thu 13 Apr 2006, 11:12, Reply)