theakston's old peculiar vs wifebeater
I don't get hangovers and I am very rarely sick after overindulging, BUT I have two nemesises (nemesii?): Theakston's Old Peculiar and Stella. I once started drinking with some guys I barely knew at lunchtime in my first year at uni. I thought I could handle my beer at that time but these guys were on a mission. We started with Theakston's and two pints were bought and drunk in only about 20 minutes. I quickly felt the devil rising and bought the next round, drank about a quarter of my pint and gave my excuse, mumbling something about needing to walk off and die. I am still thankful to this day of two things: firstly that my hall of residence was just across the road and secondly that I had a sink in my room.

By some miracle I crossed the ring road, by this time I was well and truly puggled; that amount of booze had never hit me so quickly on an empty stomach. I stumbled in to the lift (hopefully) silently muttering to myself "pleasedon'tpukepleasedon'tpuke". Ordinarily I am not so self-conscious, but opposite me but one on our floor was a rather cute female student who I didn't want to see me make a complete cock of myself.

I got to my room. Made it! I then proceeded to kick a chair next to the sink, managed to put some music on and coughed up my kidneys, pushing my half-digested breakfast down the little holes in the plughole so as to avoid overspillage. When I had finally purged the system, I just lay down and slept until ten that night. Nice.

I put that one down to drinking at lunchtime on an empty stomach, so did I learn my lesson re: the old peculiar? Obviously not. Flash forward a year and I am now sharing a house with two women, one of whom was the cute female who was opposite but one to me in halls, and by then my girlfiend. After a dinner of sausages and a trip round the corner for a quick pint of old peculiar, we retired to the house to finish the evening off, so to speak. I was not quite in to the vinegar strokes when I felt the bile rising once more. I had to get off the job and downstairs to the toilet asap. Too late. I found myself projectile vomiting down the stairs while naked, and it went everywhere. Thankfully our housemate was out for the night with her drug dealer boyfriend so I was able to clear up without too much hassle. Strangely enough the girlfiend was not keen on finishing off where we had left it...

And so we come to Stella. Fast forward a few years and I am getting married (to the cute female opposite me but one in halls). Tomorrow. So both families meet up at the wedding venue the night before for a nice get-together. Nice. I only had three bottles of stella and felt ok, until we got back to the brother-in-law-to-be's shared house. Before I went to sleep I had to vom, and promptly blew out his toilet with my spew. And the best/worst bit: I spent the whole of my wedding day only being able to smell vomit. A load must have got up there somehow and despite my frantic nose-blowing, was going nowhere. Classy.

Length? Bloody long stairs and an average of 2-3 cm chunks of sausage. I also vowed that day to chew my food a bit better...
(mersault, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 13:18, 7 replies)

Have a sympathy click
If I found myself unable to drink Old Peculiar any more, I don't think life would be worth living...
(LongJohnBaldry, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 13:25, closed)

yeh, from what I remember it tasted really good. Often I am tempted to re-try it but I bottle out every time.(There is no desire to go back to Stella though)
(mersault, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 17:13, closed)

Theakstons OP
has exactly the same effect on me, i put it down to my soft southern constitution.
(Psymon_Spark Jesus Saves! The rest of you take 4d6 damage, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 13:40, closed)

perhaps that is what it is, for I too am a southerner.
(mersault, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 17:14, closed)

Whimp
Whassup? A couple of beers and you are chundering??? Jeess - what's the world comming to.

Get out there and build up a tolerance!!!
(Suck it and Sea, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 18:03, closed)

I can handle mucho booze, no problem, its just these two concoctions seem to have my number.
(mersault, Wed 13 Jan 2010, 12:37, closed)

Nemeses would be the plural.
Nicely told, but you really do seem to be a frightful lightweight, old boy.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 18:17, closed)