Teenage PartiesAh, the heady days when catering consisted of a crate of lager and some vodka illicitly extracted by whoever looked oldest, decoration consisted of removing any breakable furniture and the morning after was just the morning and not the rest of the week.
Tell us who you snogged, where you threw up and who just would not leave.
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chthonic, Thu 13 Apr 2006, 10:20)
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Black TongueI would always get invited to one girl's parties. They were nearly always on a Friday night, so I could usually get away with "Sorry, I'm being Jewish tonight, I can't come". It was true anyway, and I was a fairly antisocial kid.
One time though, I couldn't avoid it and there were no major festivals coming up. Bugger. We were all 14, all the tiny little boys were showing off and trying to be clever and I wasn't having fun. I opened up the cupboards in the kitchen to try and find what I was looking for.
Ah! Gottit, briliant...
I wandered out into the garden and climbed onto the roof of the shed, an eggcup full of vinegar in one hand. I then sipped at this cup of vinegar for the rest of the night until my tongue went black. Several people came up to the roof too, and we spent most of the night heckling the drunks.
Mmmm, I can still taste it now....
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Hampster Squared has stuff at www.tilla.co.uk, Fri 14 Apr 2006, 9:36,
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