Why the obsession with getting Drunk

[Rincewind]

I only drink cos as a fully pledged paid up CAMRA member it is my duty to try out as many real ales as I can within the allotted time that I have left on earth.

[Scow]

You don't need drink for that, you silly, silly fool.

Some weed then instead?

[Guest]

Some weed then instead?

Behave!!

[Scow]

Behave!!

[rossporterlc]

some silly fools have told chinese students at college that i am the definition of geek, so called friends too, i'll have the last laugh

[computingelite]

Funny you should mention this but worry not, it's just young people when all is said and done. You don't see 25+ year olds (or many of them) saying "awight mate u comin out on the piss?"

I'm 21 now and just recently been having a few talks amongst my friends and we all say that we can't be doing with going out and getting absolutely trashed every night, instead we'd prefer to just have a few pints and get a little merry... not wanting to wake up the next day with the mother of all hangovers and no recollection of what went on the night before

I think age has more to do with it than anything...

[Matt]

I am going to watch the football on wednesday with lads from work because its also someone birthday its the first time i'll have gone out with the lads from work and i'm kind of dreading it because they are always on about "Yeah has a riot down town the other week" "Yeah had so many of [enter drugs] over the weekend"

I love a drink and I like lager don't drink it to get pissed I don't dislike getting pissed but I don't drink purly to get pissed, but at work there all saying "Yeah have a 8 or 9 pints on wednesday - should be ok for the next day ready for work" and I keep saying i don't know i'll drink as much as I want, I ain't gonna get pissed but i'll have a few drinks....

Some of the conversations that go on at work about what someone did [drugs, drink, e.t.c] just do my head in, wow you did it so are you doing it because you like it or are you doing it to look cool or to get a reaction from someone?

[cisono]

Some of the conversations that go on at work about what someone did [drugs, drink, e.t.c] just do my head in, wow you did it so are you doing it because you like it or are you doing it to look cool or to get a reaction from someone?

Sounds like the latter.

Where is it you work? (Just trying to get an idea of the type of environment... would like to avoid )

[Matt]

Factory in Hinckley

Its a good group of lads at work and there a good laugh but they are very intimidating at times!

[Muz]

I got wrecked last night , burnt my arm cut my knee and knocked my self out

What a great night , and i cant remember anything except the video footage on my phone and the bruises this morning

[Collymore]

I got wrecked last night , burnt my arm cut my knee and knocked my self out

What a great night , and i cant remember anything except the video footage on my phone and the bruises this morning

arn't you like 14 years old Muz?

[Muz]

arn't you like 14 years old Muz?

Nearly 17 mate

[Phil]

arn't you like 14 years old Muz?

thats his mental age

[Collymore]

Nearly 17 mate

look after that Liver kiddo

[Muz]

thats his mental age

Thanks

Most people say i have the mental age of a 7 year old

[Tomassi]

Thanks

Most people say i have the mental age of a 7 year old

3 yr old more like

[Craig]

Must say, i got wrecked last night, and it's not worth the pain in the morning

[cisono]

Thanks

Most people say i have the mental age of a 7 year old

Anything to do with lots of drinking?

[Muz]

Anything to do with lots of drinking?

Probably

[Thracian]

Cos I'm invariably the driver I don't often get the chance to get wrecked and I don't often have the inclination either, unless I'm in cracking good company and there's no problems about crashing out afterwards.

One such occasion cost me an entire day of my life. By chance I got to know an author named Frederick Covins (The Breaking Sword and TV adapted Battle for Badger's Wood) and his lovely wife Maggie from Worcestershire and before long had been invited to guest for Fred's cavalier "no-stars" cricket team.

Fred and Maggie had a particular way of making cricket matches interesting in that they marked the boundary with newly purchased barrels of scrumpy cider and strategically placed pint glasses alongside.

The preliminary lunch with all its free-flowing wine over, the match began and as my bowling required a decent run-up I was quickly all-a-sweat and into the cider at the rate of a pint every three or four overs.

Batting was wonderful too cos, instead of just the one ball to hit, you could see three or four and I had no inhibitions about despatching any one of em into the nearby cornfields...including five in one over before being given out caught for the sixth ..... 40 yards into the bloody field.

Anyway, no-one bothered too much about this bending of the rules least of all me cos it was another excuse to have a rest nice and close to the cider barrels.

However, with the match over the fun was about to begin in the form of a whisky party and I was partnered with a diminutive lawyer from Lincolns Inn Fields by the name of Geoffrey. He's the architypal Proper Person and I'm yer average bit of scrag-end so it was an unlikely pairing but we did share an affinity for Malt Whiskies and because of that our friendlship has lasted 20 years and more.

The last thing I clearly remember that Saturday was Geoffrey putting his arm drunkenly around my shoulder and looking at the type-written list of whiskies we'd had to consume one nip at a time.

"D'yu know what" he said, "It's been bloody good fun drinking down to the bottom of this lisssst ..... how's about we drink our way back up to the top...?"

And so we did, and I swear on my life, Sunday never existed. I woke up Monday morning on hay bales in a barn and staring up into the eyes of the best looking teenaged blonde I will ever sleep alongside in my life.

Turned out she too was a lifelong friend of Fred and had cycled from Lincolnshire for the party en route to America and a career as a front page model for Vogue etc.

The irony is, I spent hours alongside her completely oblivious to the fact that she was there, and taking nothing more for the memory of her than a great, big, lingering kiss and the comment "thank God you've woken up alive" whispered into my ears.

And all the way home I was thinking. Fancy getting THAT pissed.

PS: Cricket didn't always work out that well for me. At Wyggeston I managed four successive ducks in school matches and only broke the sequence the day City played Spurs in the FA Cup Final.

I'd upset my tutor by insisting I wouldn't play at all unless I could put my transistor radio behind the wicket and listen to the game as I batted.

With my record I was confident I'd be back in the pavilion within a few minutes but, sods law, despite one haymaker swing after another I couldn't get out and ended up with a reputed school record 135 runs in 40-odd minutes and the match nearly over by the time I was out.

Running down my subsequently bleak playing record, my form master later reflected that it was a pity City didn't play in a Cup Final every week!!!!.

[davieG]

Cos I'm invariably the driver I don't often get the chance to get wrecked and I don't often have the inclination either, unless I'm in cracking good company and there's no problems about crashing out afterwards.

One such occasion cost me an entire day of my life. By chance I got to know an author named Frederick Covins (The Breaking Sword and TV adapted Battle for Badger's Wood) and his lovely wife Maggie from Worcestershire and before long had been invited to guest for Fred's cavalier "no-stars" cricket team.

Fred and Maggie had a particular way of making cricket matches interesting in that they marked the boundary with newly purchased barrels of scrumpy cider and strategically placed pint glasses alongside.

The preliminary lunch with all its free-flowing wine over, the match began and as my bowling required a decent run-up I was quickly all-a-sweat and into the cider at the rate of a pint every three or four overs.

Batting was wonderful too cos, instead of just the one ball to hit, you could see three or four and I had no inhibitions about despatching any one of em into the nearby cornfields...including five in one over before being given out caught for the sixth ..... 40 yards into the bloody field.

Anyway, no-one bothered too much about this bending of the rules least of all me cos it was another excuse to have a rest nice and close to the cider barrels.

However, with the match over the fun was about to begin in the form of a whisky party and I was partnered with a diminutive lawyer from Lincolns Inn Fields by the name of Geoffrey. He's the architypal Proper Person and I'm yer average bit of scrag-end so it was an unlikely pairing but we did share an affinity for Malt Whiskies and because of that our friendlship has lasted 20 years and more.

The last thing I clearly remember that Saturday was Geoffrey putting his arm drunkenly around my shoulder and looking at the type-written list of whiskies we'd had to consume one nip at a time.

"D'yu know what" he said, "It's been bloody good fun drinking down to the bottom of this lisssst ..... how's about we drink our way back up to the top...?"

And so we did, and I swear on my life, Sunday never existed. I woke up Monday morning on hay bales in a barn and staring up into the eyes of the best looking teenaged blonde I will ever sleep alongside in my life.

Turned out she too was a lifelong friend of Fred and had cycled from Lincolnshire for the party en route to America and a career as a front page model for Vogue etc.

The irony is, I spent hours alongside her completely oblivious to the fact that she was there, and taking nothing more for the memory of her than a great, big, lingering kiss and the comment "thank God you've woken up alive" whispered into my ears.

And all the way home I was thinking. Fancy getting THAT pissed.

See watched you missed

[Thracian]

See watched you missed

Been pretty well sober ever since - but never saw the blonde again.

[Rincewind]

Cos I'm invariably the driver I don't often get the chance to get wrecked and I don't often have the inclination either, unless I'm in cracking good company and there's no problems about crashing out afterwards.

One such occasion cost me an entire day of my life. By chance I got to know an author named Frederick Covins (The Breaking Sword and TV adapted Battle for Badger's Wood) and his lovely wife Maggie from Worcestershire and before long had been invited to guest for Fred's cavalier "no-stars" cricket team.

Fred and Maggie had a particular way of making cricket matches interesting in that they marked the boundary with newly purchased barrels of scrumpy cider and strategically placed pint glasses alongside.

The preliminary lunch with all its free-flowing wine over, the match began and as my bowling required a decent run-up I was quickly all-a-sweat and into the cider at the rate of a pint every three or four overs.

Batting was wonderful too cos, instead of just the one ball to hit, you could see three or four and I had no inhibitions about despatching any one of em into the nearby cornfields...including five in one over before being given out caught for the sixth ..... 40 yards into the bloody field.

Anyway, no-one bothered too much about this bending of the rules least of all me cos it was another excuse to have a rest nice and close to the cider barrels.

However, with the match over the fun was about to begin in the form of a whisky party and I was partnered with a diminutive lawyer from Lincolns Inn Fields by the name of Geoffrey. He's the architypal Proper Person and I'm yer average bit of scrag-end so it was an unlikely pairing but we did share an affinity for Malt Whiskies and because of that our friendlship has lasted 20 years and more.

The last thing I clearly remember that Saturday was Geoffrey putting his arm drunkenly around my shoulder and looking at the type-written list of whiskies we'd had to consume one nip at a time.

"D'yu know what" he said, "It's been bloody good fun drinking down to the bottom of this lisssst ..... how's about we drink our way back up to the top...?"

And so we did, and I swear on my life, Sunday never existed. I woke up Monday morning on hay bales in a barn and staring up into the eyes of the best looking teenaged blonde I will ever sleep alongside in my life.

Turned out she too was a lifelong friend of Fred and had cycled from Lincolnshire for the party en route to America and a career as a front page model for Vogue etc.

The irony is, I spent hours alongside her completely oblivious to the fact that she was there, and taking nothing more for the memory of her than a great, big, lingering kiss and the comment "thank God you've woken up alive" whispered into my ears.

And all the way home I was thinking. Fancy getting THAT pissed.

PS: Cricket didn't always work out that well for me. At Wyggeston I managed four successive ducks in school matches and only broke the sequence the day City played Spurs in the FA Cup Final.

I'd upset my tutor by insisting I wouldn't play at all unless I could put my transistor radio behind the wicket and listen to the game as I batted.

With my record I was confident I'd be back in the pavilion within a few minutes but, sods law, despite one haymaker swing after another I couldn't get out and ended up with a reputed school record 135 runs in 40-odd minutes and the match nearly over by the time I was out.

Running down my subsequently bleak playing record, my form master later reflected that it was a pity City didn't play in a Cup Final every week!!!!.

That's a great story. It may be the sort of thing I want to put on my website i have just set up. I'm still not sure what to do with it but strange stories with humour is to my taste. Do I have your permission to reproduce it?

[Thracian]

That's a great story. It may be the sort of thing I want to put on my website i have just set up. I'm still not sure what to do with it but strange stories with humour is to my taste. Do I have your permission to reproduce it?

Be my guest.

[Hitesh]

I agree totally with the first post!

I have just had 1 week of Freshers week. That means you go out and enjoy yourself and have a good time. Some people like to stay in and play scrabble or even clean, others like to go down to the Students Guild/Union or bar to enjoy the atmosphere. Some people there also like to have a drink, and me included! I enjoyed myself fully as did alot of other people and we had a fantastic week. The drink just helped with the merryness and made it easier for people to get along. Sometimes it did get out of hand but most of the time it was a good atmosphere. However, some people didnt drink sensibly and think that its ok to keep drinkin even thought they are way past their limit. These people have the obesssion and think thats its "cool". I drink because i enjoy the drinks i have. The effects that it has on me are a good bonus IMO. I know my limit and i know when to stop drinking. But i rarely get to that limit now because i find myself spending loads of money before i am drunk or i just get too full of drink!

I dont have an obsession with getting drunk. I may have an obsession with going out and enjoying a pint at the bars but thats it. Some people just like to go out and get pissed and dont think about where they go/what they do!