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It was just beer.
But I still remember being incredibly merry, and giggling all the time,
Lightweight
very much so.
I was a respectable boy when I was 18. My favourite music was Val Doonican. I would religiously watch his show on the telly and was more than comfortable with his clean-cut image, his cardigan and friendly smile. He had such nice people on his show – Nana Mouskouri and Moira MacDonald. I would jolly along with every other geek and OAP to Paddy McGinty’s Goat, but that was the nearest I got to alcohol.
I was also very keen to marry Julie Andrews after watching The Sound of Music.
I was a very nice boy, and the pride of my mother’s eye.
She always wondered what in hell went wrong.
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I remember it well although i must say that with no malice involved i don’t get involved in promotion of alcohol,drugs or the like…..i like to get involved in all posts although i can’t so i do what i can to get involved but not if you see what i mean…LMAO
Have a great weekend….
A stand out time for me was going to a club called Rotters ( underage ) I think its had several names over the years, Sophs will know. Anyway I remember I had brand new white trousers on which I loved as they actually fit me well. I wasn’t sure what to drink so just asked for Rum and Black, Id heard of it but never had it before… After a few they stopped tasting as disgusting as the first one, I was dancing, laughing, having a ball… suddenly I started to feel a little queasy and tried to make my way to the loo’s, unfortunately I had no idea where they were and the place was huge, I remember spotting a sign and trotting up a large wide staircase with my hand over my mouth and lots of purple bubbles trying to escape my fingers…. The next thing I remember was being pushed and shoved and a door banging into me and my name being shouted. I must have made it to the loo, and heaved everywhere, then passed out and they couldn’t get the door open as I was behind it. Eventually I was dragged out and taken out into the fresh air where I honked again, in fact the taxi driver made me stick my head out the window the whole way home …. making continuous beurgh noises out the window all the way …. The absolute tragedy of the whole night though was my lovely white trousers were totally ruined and covered with vivid purple sick stains…. eeuugghhhhhhh NEVER AGAIN !!
I’ve got tipsy many a time over the years but never lost control or had a memory loss since. When the fun stops STOP !! lol
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Hiya Moo, i remember the club you mentioned. The original name was The Top Rank it went thru many name changes over the years. Studio 54, Baileys, Romeo and juliets, Rotters . This club was built onto st johns shopping precinct. I remember the escalators that took you up into the club. My fav club was the beech comber in seel st also The continental where all the Liverpool FC footballers used to drink. Love the story by the way hahha
Jeeze I don’t remember anyone looking like that lot !!! lmao
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I was about 15.
My friend and I were invited to attend a retreat at Storrington Priory as we were both Youth Contacts for our church.
We had Saturday morning free, so wandered down to the village where there was an off-licence. After much debate, we entered brazenly and bought a bottle of the cheapest cider we could find. We returned to the priory and hid it in our room for later.
When we’d done what we were there for (praying and stuff), we ran to our room and cracked open that bad boy.
We drank it all within about half an hour, and like young gals have a tendency to, we became very giggly. So much so that my friend propmptly wet herself all over her sleeping bag.
We went home the next day. My friend quickly stowed her sleeping bag in the loft so her parents wouldn’t discover its urine ridden state, then promptly forgot about it….until a month or so later when her brother was going to cub camp. When retrieved from said loft, not only had it gone mouldy, but it managed to maintain that beautiful unmistakable aroma of stale urine. Being a good catholic girl, she of course did the right thing and denied all knowledge of what could possibly have happened to it.
God Bless you all. 
We went home the next day. My friend quickly stowed her sleeping bag in the loft so her parents wouldn’t discover its urine ridden state,, but it managed to maintain that beautiful unmistakable aroma of stale urine. l.
I wonder if moosey will accuse you of having a sexual fetish , she doesnt like urine talk
Ha ha Uni, hmmmm ye its always ‘the friend’ isn’t it
Hush ya gums QP
hush yours moosey , there’s a good girl
Secret, i hope you both went to confessison, 10 hail marys and 5 our fathers!! Loving all these confessions haha
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