Had it...lost it
Once upon a time, I was happy and well adjusted BK.
I waltzed through primary school, consistently top of my class and a great relationship with my Mum and Dad. I worked hard and was proud of it.
Some called me a swot, but it was water off a duck's back. I walked with my head held high. In short, I had dignity.

Then, at 15, I discovered alcohol. I liked the taste, and I liked how it made me feel. My dignity did not like it, however; not one bit. The more often I drank, the smaller my sense of dignity became, shrinking in on itself like a slug in a salt bath.

Since I began drinking I have abused my dignity far more than my liver.

I have, on various occasions:

Performed a Full Monty in front of 700 people;
Wandered through Middlesbrough dressed as Eminem, waving a plastic chainsaw at random passers-by;
Posted a picture of an erect Little-Boss under the bedroom door of my friend's housemate;
Dislocated my elbow staggering about at a festival and, in a Guiness-induced haze, attempted to relocate it myself;
Knocked myself out slipping on someone's vomit in a crowded pub;
Walked face-first into a lampost waving at a friend on the opposite side of the street;
Got myself and my friends kicked out of an Indian restaurant for abusing the waiters and spitting on the floor;
Slashed my wrist open punching a window;
Told my dear Mum to fuck off during a Southern-Comfort fuelled screaming match with my ex-wife at my 21st;
Woke up gaffa taped to an office chair outside a tent;
Woke up in my friend's laundry hamper;
Been jumped by four scallies when stumbling home one evening, and came off best;
Paid a prostitute in advance, realised what I was doing, and then ran away;
Abused an old woman in a pub when she told me to stop swearing;
Called the University women's football team a pack of screaming rug-muchers when they were sat at the table behind me;
Stuck my dick over my friend's top lip when She was passed out, and taken a picture;
Woke up on my sofa with a morning glory and a sprained ankle, being grinned at by my housemate's girlfriend;
Managed to kick a bouncer in the head while being dragged out of a nightclub after losing heavily in a punch-up.

And this is just to name a few.

In conclusion, My Dignity 1980-1995. RIP.
( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Thu 14 Aug 2008, 19:18, 4 replies)

Bravo
Clicks in sympathy
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 14 Aug 2008, 19:20, closed)

I have never lost my dignity in all my life.
I've just tucked it away out of place now and then for safe keeping : )
( girlinthehole, Thu 14 Aug 2008, 19:28, closed)

Sympathy
I woke up under a rug one night at my mates (one bedroom and one couch-and I'm not getting either of them) house.

Got up and walked home early-ish that morning, got home, started to strip for a shower, and realised I was wearing about five pairs of his boxers. Must've got cold in the night!

He's an ex-Royal Marine and took it well, much better than the night I woke up while pissing on him.
( Cheeses of Nazareth Where's Captain Kirk? www.whereiskirk.com, Thu 14 Aug 2008, 22:41, closed)

Woke up while pissing on him
Nightmare!
My ex wife's best friend's husband did come round from a drunken stupor to find he was pissing on his own son, who was about 2 at the time.
Can't claim that level of dignity-loss really.
( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Thu 14 Aug 2008, 23:27, closed)