Teenage Parties
Ah, 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.
( , Thu 13 Apr 2006, 10:20)
Ah, 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.
( , Thu 13 Apr 2006, 10:20)
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Just spotted mrkyle down there and thought I would offer a cautionary tale of warning
In my 1st year of uni we decided to have a house party. A major feature of this party would be a very alcoholic punch. We went to the supermarket and spent about £60 on spirits, wine and fruit juice. One of our number (let's call him Scouse Tony) also purchased a large bottle of Pernod. We cleaned out a large plastic container and filled it with our punch, which went a sort of pinky-orange colour and tasted sweet, like candy. It was a sure-fire thing: girls would like the taste of this and it would get them drunk. Enter Scouse Tony: "Hey arright la, let's put some Pernod in it!"
"Not a chance," I replied. "If you put Pernod in it, it will turn horrible."
"No way man," he said. "My missus loves Pernod, just a bit, like, it'll be fine."
I registered my objections but there was really nothing I could do. The next time I saw the punch it had turned a bilious shade of green and stank to high heaven of aniseed. Since that made people's eyes water, during the party it was left in a section of corridor with a door at each end that we had dubbed "the airlock". Not even a house party full of drunken students would go anywhere near this foul brew and we still had to contend with the stinking mess the next day. There is a valuable lesson to be learned here.
( , Sun 16 Apr 2006, 9:46, Reply)
In my 1st year of uni we decided to have a house party. A major feature of this party would be a very alcoholic punch. We went to the supermarket and spent about £60 on spirits, wine and fruit juice. One of our number (let's call him Scouse Tony) also purchased a large bottle of Pernod. We cleaned out a large plastic container and filled it with our punch, which went a sort of pinky-orange colour and tasted sweet, like candy. It was a sure-fire thing: girls would like the taste of this and it would get them drunk. Enter Scouse Tony: "Hey arright la, let's put some Pernod in it!"
"Not a chance," I replied. "If you put Pernod in it, it will turn horrible."
"No way man," he said. "My missus loves Pernod, just a bit, like, it'll be fine."
I registered my objections but there was really nothing I could do. The next time I saw the punch it had turned a bilious shade of green and stank to high heaven of aniseed. Since that made people's eyes water, during the party it was left in a section of corridor with a door at each end that we had dubbed "the airlock". Not even a house party full of drunken students would go anywhere near this foul brew and we still had to contend with the stinking mess the next day. There is a valuable lesson to be learned here.
( , Sun 16 Apr 2006, 9:46, Reply)
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