Whats with both our mums kicking ten shits out of us when we where so fucked up though eh

psketti wrote:
On the same drink too, lolz. At least I recovered from it

It was the seventies, carpets were more important than children

jhado wrote:
Anything remotely whiskey like does that to me still.
When I was about 17 I drank a litre of Glayva that was my old mans. I became a total nuisance then spent a good long time with my head down a bog.... it wasn't very nice, but at least it stopped me wanting to do it again!

Space Bandit wrote:
That bastard oi made me drink some mental greek stuff for breakfast, Raki, or Reki , probably translates as greek for "getty wrecky very quicky"

Space Bandit wrote:
That little minx oi made me drink some mental greek stuff for breakfast, Raki, or Reki , probably translates as greek for "getty wrecky very quicky"

psketti wrote:
Gonna rock down to, to Ashley Avenue ....

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jhado wrote:

jhado wrote:


Aye



Sadly closer to the truth than I care to admit

psketti wrote:
It's fucking dogs abuse, not too bad really, better than Pernod anyway.........

oioioi wrote:
Stop being bitchy, Sketts and I were just discussing echo's, and how fucked up you middle class girls were

oioioi wrote:
Exactly

My ex is making it difficult for me to see my daughter on Christmas Day, been pissing me off a bit

oioioi wrote:

I remember sneaking in, quite inebriated & being pleasantly surprised that everyone had gone to bed so that my lateness was unnoticed. Spent ages creeping up the stairs as silent as a ninja, missing the squeaky steps, which was a major accomplishment, considering my surroundings were spinning like a carousel.

Collapsed into bed & slipped the headphones on - cranked the music up to full volume. Suddenly the light came on, & my mother came sprinting in looking like a banshee, and delivered a perfect flying drop-kick to my head.

Apparently I'd neglected to plug the phones into the record player.

jhado wrote:
That's horrid, Jhado. I bet your girl wants to see both of you. She should stop being selfish and take your daughter's feelings into account.

+1
It is a shame on humanity that shit like that happens so frequently.
Hang in there jhads.

My introduction to alchohol was a brutal one, too. Seventeen and in a park on a rough council estate (you know I'm a sucka for cliches).

Twas evil cider what tipped me over the edge. In my wisdom, I had decided to mount a climbing frame and sit atop it supping the cider. Half hour in, I'm sat there with my mates bragging about how it wasn't even effecting me. An hour later, the park was spinning and I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to get down off the frame.

Eventually I fell off, proceeded to abuse two dog walkers and then passed out. I awoke to the vision of my mother looming over me, swearing quite profusely. I then, apparently, vomitted all over my own face - quite a feat in itself. I am told because I was too far gone and a little too heavy for my mother to drag home, she had to roll me over so I didn't choke on my own spew.

And there I lay for some hours before coming too with vom and woodchip in my hair.

Halcyon days...

I have a poorly tummy, so can't possibly make it to work today.