Oh so many.
I remember a mate of mine back then, Mr Ben L Peachey, got totally munted off a bottle of Bells. This was when we were around 15, and were at a cast party, and we were trying to impress our peers, who were a year or two older.

The poor bastard managed to fall down a narrow flight of stairs and cracked a rib. He did happen to end up with his head between the legs of a girl he liked, saddly, there was a bowl involved, and him vomiting.

The same night, Craig Tucker managed to show how he couldn't drink, getting munted on 3 cans of Stella. He then decided it was too hot, and tried to open a window. Instead of pushing this window up(It was a two part vertical sliding window) he puts his hand on the saftey bar that goes across the middle of the window, presses his wrist against the pane of glass and pushes hard.

He nearly got blood on my shoes and I was about 6-8 feet away. Ended up in A&E needing some glue in his wrist. He then lied and told his parents he only had a can or two.

Countless parties at Tom Wainwrights. I remember snogging a few people, on being a girl named Jess, who afterwards relied on me for two weeks so she didn't try to kill herself...again.

My friend Anna managed to get wasted by 9pm, fall in the pond and was in bed dried up by 10. She woke up at 12, bounced round the house like nothing had happend and went home. She was sad she lost her weed in the pond.

She also lost her weed when my friends Phil and Ian decided to steal it, and replace it with daisys and dandilions. Oh the hilarity.

I once found out never to drink vodka with grapefruit and then neck 2 pints of cider. I ended up chundering so bad, the girl I was trying to impress didn't talk to me for a while.

Also, this summer, some American friends were visiting, and we made a point of getting drunk a lot. The visiting kids were 14-17, with us UK kids being just old enough to buy booze. Most nights were good drunken times, but one night it got a little out of hand. One girl got hold of the Amerula, and drank most of it without us noticing. This would have been ok, except she had never drunk before, and got in a total state. She showed bad signs, and we had to drop her in the loo to vomit.

She puked a bit and passed out, so we put her in the conservatory on an old sofa, covered her with a duvet and left her. 5 minutes later, she was drunkenly squriming on the sofa, with everything covered in puke. Her, her hair, the duvet, the sofa, the floor.

Muggins here had to pick her up, carry her to the loo and get somebody to look after her while I cleaned up the leagues of vomit. The poor girl puked even more in the loo, and I had to carry her back to the sofa. She got to sleep, morning came and the parents of the house weren't happy with the smell, but were at least ok as we handled it. This was the morning the Americans were leaving.

Standing outside the coach, one American mother was chatting to the mother from the party, and comments that the kids had a late night. The lovely English mother comments how "Elise" got totaly drunk and puked everywhere. Oh noes.

This American mother was the mother of the lovely Elise. I think she was grounded for two weeks.

I should stop now.
( The Sisko I hate the whole world, Thu 13 Apr 2006, 11:40, Reply)