When I was 15ish
Me and my girly mates used to raid our parents drinks cabinets armed with a small coke bottle and create our own "cocktails" (ie: petrol). We'd then take these round each others houses for "sleepovers", and proceed to get very drunk very early and pass out, and marvel at the joys of hangovers on a sunday.

My cocktail was generally hailed as being the nastiest. One night I filled my bottle with the following mixture:

Port
*very* old whiskey
Gin
Pimms
Tonic Water (I honestly don't know)

So we all went round my friend Vickys, put The Great Escape on and commenced drinking. We all tried everyones combinations and everyone decided they couldn't handle mine at all, and that because it was so very rubbish I'd have to drink it all myself as penance for trying to poison everyone. Along with half a bottle of white wine and a reasonable amount of Malibu. This amount and combination of booze would make me struggle now, let alone when I was 15. My last memory is dancing on my back to Body Movin' by The Beastie Boys at about 8pm, then it all goes a bit hazy. I awoke at around 4 in the morning *very* suddenly on my mates bed, sat bolt upright and was greeted by several faces looking at me from the bottom of the bed, all laughing, tutting lots and generally taking the piss. Turns out I was extremely ill, my mates dad had to put me to bed, where I proceeded to vom all over my friends pillow. She had to buy a new one the next day.

I have never felt so rubbish in my entire life, and swore to the heavens that I would NEVER drink again. Hahahahaha.
( SugarSpunSister Yeah, whatever, Fri 14 Apr 2006, 23:00, Reply)