Many years ago....
Back in something like year 9 (about 15 years old), me and my friends thought the best thing in the world was to buy a shedload of cheap alcopops and go sit in a slightly secluded area of a local park (classy I know), and get blind drunk.

The night in question was a night where I had stolen a bottle of the cheapest dirtiest most vile vodka you could possibly imagine from my parents booze cabinet (it was in a plastic bottle and called "Bokma", if anybody has drunk it, you have my eternal pity). A few days previous we had purchased one of those "One, Two, Three, Floor" shot glass sets that are meant for tequila, we thought it would be fun to do sets of four shots of this white spirit-esque beverage in a row. I went first, and nobody else would do it, so in an effort to prove a point I did it twice more. Needless to say 12 shots of cheap nasty vodka in the space of about 15 minutes will hurt come winter, and within about half an hour I was lying flat on my back in the middle of this park projectile vomiting. Due to the evils of physics, the projectile vomit was flying a good 2 feet in the air, then coming straight back down and splatting on my poor inebriated face. After about an hour or two of this sort of thing, I finally got up and wandered over to a bench, to find a few of my now-drunk friends. There was a girl who was known as a bit of a rancid whore called Aiofe (earlier in the year a friend of mine had drunkenly pulled her, realised what he had done and tried to burn his face off with a lighter). She took advantage of me in my paralitic state, but luckily for me I was a bit aware of what was going on at this point in time, and ran home.

Then I woke up in the morning with a huge vomit stain on the wall next to my head, and my hair stuck to the pillow. Good times.

I appologise for the length but I feel the enjoyment of a good anecdote is deeply rooted in the back stories. The end.
(Jon Norris, Sun 22 Aug 2004, 23:18, Reply)