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Beers and white rum throughout the day just to finish with tequila at night. I was an absolute zombie all day, my missus didn't even make it out of bed until late afternoon.
Of course we were drinking again that night.
The second would be at university in the second year. Some friends came up from the West Country. After six cans of cider, two pints of ale, two cans of Miller (don't ask) and 47 vodkas and orange from 6pm on a Thursday, I finally collapsed about 3am the following morning. Dragged home from the club, my friends placed me inside a bin bag in the lounge and left me there. I didn't move from the bin bag until 1pm. For 24 hours, I could only eat cold custard. It wasn't until the evening of Saturday that I could face alcohol again.
Now I rarely drink.
And tactical chunder when you where bloated so you could drink some more
1. At a mate's bar in Bondi I had 5 Long Island Ice Tea's. Each one was basically 1/4 bottle of pure spirit.
I thought I was going to die.
2. Baileys and cream- didn't have that much but I think the cream curdled and I ended up in hospital. I've never touched Bailey's since and even though it was 20 years ago it still makes me queasy to think about it.
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most blotto'd I have been (not telling it in a bragging cool way it was very selfish of me to waste so many hours of our great NHS resources).. 23 or so years ago I had a couple of bad months and I had stocked up some xmas booze, 24 cans of Red Stripe, bottle of JD, bottle of Stones.. well cut story short luckily I had turned the music up full blast and a copper was patrolling and heard it, I had got through all 24 cans, the bottle of JD and part of the ginger wine. I spent a couple of weeks in hospital and a fair few months aftercare.
It was really out of character for me which is probably why I hit it so hard.
plus about 3 tongy bombs - these are an evil concoction made by a bloke at the old place, it's essentially jagermeister 'n' redbull with 3 extra shots of vodka chucked in.
Jesus wept, me and my mate Sabers were dying the following morning. I recall waking up at 9pm in my garden.
However, the worst morning afters are not caused by drink and drugs.
Its that crippling moment of semi conciseness when an ugly recollection penetrates your memory....... did that happen? did I do that?
And you did. GRIM!!!!!
I have no memory of going back to my room but the next morning I woke face down on the carpet. I'd thrown up on one of those folding suitcase stands they have in hotels, leaving perfectly parallel lines of puke on the floor beneath it. Made it down to breakfast but had to rush to the toilet - and didn't quite make it. I threw up over three walls of the cubicle.
After that I didn't drink at all for several years, and it was at least 10 years before I could even smell JD without feeling sick.
Keeping that in mind, when I was 21 I went out with a friend and had about 10 drinks, no consistency over type so I was having lager, shots of whisky, vodka red bull. Worst was some kind of home brewed cider that was about 9% and tasted of rotten apples.
I remember crying in the rain while my friend tried to carry me back to his. Not sure how I got home from there but I threw up in the toilet, waking my mum up who looked disgusted and asked why I wasn't wearing my own clothes.
Next morning I woke up still pissed, couldn't find the watch that my dad had just bought me for my 21st birthday so he was fuming, stumbled to work still smelling like that cider.
Got home and my Dad told me that he'd found my watch. He'd rung round all the pubs in town asking if anyone had handed it in, before going in to my bedroom and finding it on my bedside table.
I was fired a few months later for accidentally giving someone a medium coke when they wanted small, but I'm sure that was a completely unrelated matter.
17 years old, Snakebite & Black.
Jeeeeesus, ive never felt so rough for so long after drinking as I did for the 2 days after a few mates and myself decided to get bladdered at our local on said drink.
I remember walking down the stairs the following day and walking in on a conversation between my Mum and Dad who were discussing the possible origins of the big pink slimy puddle on the pathway underneath my bedroom window.
Went to a house party when I was 20 which lasted for about four days - unfortunately I could only last one as the first night I ended up swigging a whole bottle of red wine, some of this home made wine which was given to me, and about ten cans of the usual lager piss. Had a fair bit of the old green as well which didn't help. I woke up next morning at the same party and I just spent the whole day in the exact same position on an armchair literally unable to move. I must've looked like a corpse. Somebody kindly fed me water through a straw. I wasn't sick but good god...without a doubt the worst hangover headache I have ever had. It wasn't until about 7pm when I finally plucked up the courage to move and I got a lift home.
On holiday with RAF mate and some of his colleagues. The tequila shots came after beating some Russians in an informal vodka-drinking contest, but for some reason it was the tequila and not the vodka that sticks in the mind...there were five of us, and I recall us scattering from the table as soon as the shots hit the stomachs. Three people threw up on the spot; I was one of the ones that managed to hold it down. Mistake. Good God.