I was 16 and had gone on a camping trip in the to Holland with friends.
One day was particularly rainy and grim so we decided to cheer ourselves up by drinking.
As I didn't want to get 'too drunk' I started on a bottle of Cointreau one of my friends had bought on the ferry over. 'It's fruity so it must be good for you' I thought and started tucking in.
I remember starting to feel really sick and going for a walk to get some air and that's where it goes blank.

Fast forward a couple of hours and the search party found me being pulled out of a ditch by a Dutch farmer covered cow poo (me not him).

I'd like to say I learnt my lesson and never drank again....
(Nanny Pat vote for me, Thu 21 Feb 2013, 16:07, 1 reply)

So that's where your
name came from.
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