Teknowlodgy at it's best.

Oh, haha! I didn't mean to, everyone has a moment in their youth when they realise that there is a limit to the amount they can drink in one evening and its a good idea to stop before you get near it? My lesson learned was with whisky.

So true Beth, mine was learned with Tequila.

Craig

I have never liked whisky.

I did lose a weekend once when I was drinking half pints of whisky.

People had to fill in the blank bits, and there were a few. I even ended up putting a small blond Glaswegian lass in a headlock. Luckily she was a friend and I got away with it. I still can't remember it, but she got in the way of my bowling.

I lost a few weekends when I lived in the Shetland Islands. :yesnod:

I drink all sorts. Tonight I had a White Russian. Alcoholic milk shake.

Beth557 wrote: Oh, haha! I didn't mean to, everyone has a moment in their youth when they realise that there is a limit to the amount they can drink in one evening and its a good idea to stop before you get near it? My lesson learned was with whisky.

We've all had that whisky moment Beth. The trick is to somehow face up to the beast and drink it again.
:yesnod:


I still can't stand vodka though after a drinking contest in Romania in the 90's. R & R weekend during volunteer work. One Romanian oily vodka, very large, followed by a Green Fairy. Many times over. Real proper illegal under the counter absinthe. Woke up in the Black Sea two days later. Actually in the sea. Wtf. 20 miles from where I started from. With no memory of how I got there.

No wonder Van Gogh cut his ear off.

Anyhow.... Does anyone recall Clan Dew? The bottle of choice for parties in the 70's. 99p a bottle and looked the biz.

Guaranteed projectile teenage vomiting.

My biggest worse night was an evening in a port side bar in Ambon Indonesia. I woke up the next day laying across the seats of the bar (Disco) Last thing I remember was me singing Bee Gee Karaoke!
"Satu Bir Bintang" words I'll never forget (Two large beers)
The owners were great and just cleaned around me while I slept. They even brought me a bowl of black rice and blacker fish for breakfast which was a challenge Ill tell you!

That's One beer mate.

Dua bir Bintang is 2. No end to my useless knowledge.

(plus my sister lives in Indonesia. :yesnod: )

My worst night was after 12 pints of Guinness in Port Rush, Co Antrim. (Ugh, black vomit.) Staggered back to the B&B, went to the toilet, fell in the bath, couldn't get out. Sheila had to come and rescue me.
Still went diving around Rathlin Island from a small boat next day, though. We were tough then- rufty tufty divers.:rofl:

John and Sue wrote:
We've all had that whisky moment Beth. The trick is to somehow face up to the beast and drink it again.
:yesnod:

I don't need whisky in my life enough to face the beast again.

I was fourteen (I realise this is going to sound very bad but I'm a good girl really), myself and a couple of friends got hold of a bottle of whisky and some home brew beer, oh how we giggled... I came to by the roadside, still clutching the empty whisky bottle. Then there was projectile vomit and when there was nothing left I still kept on heaving for ages. My stomach muscles were raw for days. On the plus side, all the vomiting was done in a ditch so no cleaning up to be done and I managed to walk the one and a half miles home afterwards :broon:

Yeah, been there, done that, Beth. For me it is a South African white spirit called Cane. Made from sugar cane, and quite like vodka. Even the thought of it still makes my stomach muscles ache. :yesnod: