Reply to: The most p!ssed you've ever been

[MrMarkyMark]

Drinking in Belfast with a Catholic an Orangeman and one of 'the boys - shut yer mouth' (who turned up & knew the Catholic from bare knuckle boxing) I was f3cking terrified all night after multiple pints of the black stuff with chasers now I can't look at green chartreuse or goldschlager without feeling queasy.


I held England's honour high then puked when I got outside. I still like Dublin Guinness though.

I had a similar experience in Belfast, with a couple of boys who had a real problem with the English.

I simply said I cannot be blamed for our governments idiocy and I hated Bliar too, we went from a really edgy situation to becoming best friends by the end of the night

[vetran]

Drinking in Belfast with a Catholic an Orangeman and one of 'the boys - shut yer mouth' (who turned up & knew the Catholic from bare knuckle boxing) I was f3cking terrified all night after multiple pints of the black stuff with chasers now I can't look at green chartreuse or goldschlager without feeling queasy.


I held England's honour high then puked when I got outside. I still like Dublin Guinness though.

[shaunbhoy]

Did you get in? I hate it when people don't finish their stories.

No, unfortunately not. Came second in the fisticuffs too as it goes.

Still, the few hours we spent in the pubs prior to attempting entry to the clubs was very enjoyable. Having a goodly number of young wenches fondling your plastic boobies is a great icebreaker, albeit a bit unconventional.

[ladymuck]

And your flooding issues?

You could say I flooded the toilet with the contents of my stomach but my flat itself was not affected by any real flooding

[northernladyuk]

Circa Summer 1997. I was living on the south coast, fella at the time was from that big shiny London. He came down to see me one Sunday night and we went out drinking. Lots of drinking. Lots of drunk sex, most memorably in the shower of our dingy B&B room. I passed out, woke up, redecorated the bathroom (never eat rice before a drinking sesh) and then staggered into work. My boss was out of the office and I was covering. Except I spent most of the day in the toilet before giving up and going home about lunchtime. Never saw the boyfriend again.


June 2016. Invited myself to an IPSE RLM at the Oliver Conquest. First in the pub, started with a nice glass of wine. Then the seasoned drinkers turned up and I was presented with many variants on gin. I forgot the the phrase "no thanks, I'm fine" and drank the majority of what was put in front of me. Having never met any of these people before, I evidently decided that getting hammered was the way to win friends and influence people. The next day, I was supposed to continue my Lean Six Sigma Green Belt course at St Katharine's Docks. Fortunately, there had been much rain over night and many parts of London had flooded. I blagged turning up at lunchtime for my course by saying I'd had flooding issues when I was really trying to sober up and stop throwing up.

And your flooding issues?

[ladymuck]

Circa Summer 1997. I was living on the south coast, fella at the time was from that big shiny London. He came down to see me one Sunday night and we went out drinking. Lots of drinking. Lots of drunk sex, most memorably in the shower of our dingy B&B room. I passed out, woke up, redecorated the bathroom (never eat rice before a drinking sesh) and then staggered into work. My boss was out of the office and I was covering. Except I spent most of the day in the toilet before giving up and going home about lunchtime. Never saw the boyfriend again.


June 2016. Invited myself to an IPSE RLM at the Oliver Conquest. First in the pub, started with a nice glass of wine. Then the seasoned drinkers turned up and I was presented with many variants on gin. I forgot the the phrase "no thanks, I'm fine" and drank the majority of what was put in front of me. Having never met any of these people before, I evidently decided that getting hammered was the way to win friends and influence people. The next day, I was supposed to continue my Lean Six Sigma Green Belt course at St Katharine's Docks. Fortunately, there had been much rain over night and many parts of London had flooded. I blagged turning up at lunchtime for my course by saying I'd had flooding issues when I was really trying to sober up and stop throwing up.

[woohoo]

The above sketch has a bearing on my entry to this debate.

A mate and I were on the lash in Ayia Napa in about 1987 and had been having a splendid time, resplendent in our false boobies, forehead-mounted noses, and ostrich feathers.

It all went a little awry when we were refused entry to a nightclub however and, on reflection, it was probably not the wisest move to accuse the burly south African bouncer of being a scrawny kaffir, or some such insult.

Tis difficult to look particularly menacing in that particular garb.

Did you get in? I hate it when people don't finish their stories.

[shaunbhoy]

The above sketch has a bearing on my entry to this debate.

A mate and I were on the lash in Ayia Napa in about 1987 and had been having a splendid time, resplendent in our false boobies, forehead-mounted noses, and ostrich feathers.

It all went a little awry when we were refused entry to a nightclub however and, on reflection, it was probably not the wisest move to accuse the burly south African bouncer of being a scrawny kaffir, or some such insult.

Tis difficult to look particularly menacing in that particular garb.

[darmstadt]

If you want to know where God is, ask a drunk.

[RSoles]

I think I may have mentioned this one before.

As a youngster, went out drinking with some paras.
Multiple multiple beers, then some bright spark decides "let's see how far along the top shelf we can get"
Was ok until we hit Pernod and Creme de Menthe in quick succession.

Couldn't hold down anything for three days afterwards and the Anise smell of Chinese food gave me flashbacks for about ten years afterwards.

I don't drink spirits any more, top is 6-8 pints in a session. But then I'm an

[northernladyuk]

Business or pleasure?

Bit of both.

[MrMarkyMark]

I woke up on 1 January 1991 or 92 lying in the snow in a churchyard in a part of London I had never been to before.

Business or pleasure?

[northernladyuk]

I woke up on 1 January 1991 or 92 lying in the snow in a churchyard in a part of London I had never been to before.

[MrMarkyMark]

I did get very drunk when I was about 18 and blacked out. Weird thing was according to trustworthy reports, I behaved during those missing hours with absolute decorum and appeared almost sober.

Of course you did, we all do

[NotAllThere]

I did get very drunk when I was about 18 and blacked out. Weird thing was according to trustworthy reports, I behaved during those missing hours with absolute decorum and appeared almost sober.