When I first started work - never had a drink before - I went to the pub after work with everyone from the office - all older than me. When asked what I wanted I hadn't a clue what to say, so decided on Cider because I thought it would be just like apple juice! And oh dear, it was strong stuff. People kept buying me more - I was saying no thank you but they bought them anyway, and being young I felt obliged to drink them as someone had just paid for them. And then I had to go home on the train. I kept being sick in my lovely new handbag (wouldn't dream of doing it on the floor). My mother put me straight to bed, and brought me up some scrambled eggs. Robbie, my miniature poodle, jumped up on the bed and ate the lot - I was too weak to push her away. I've never touched Cider since.
I think it was c1975 or '76 and I was camping with the children [in Shoeburyness, IIRC] when an identical car to mine arrived and the young couple pitched their tent next to mine. It was a Hillman Hunter, not an unusual car but an unusual sort of sage green and not many were made in that colour, so to see another one next to mine - well we got chatting and they invited me to have a drink with them that evening once my children were asleep. And that is when it happened
Embarrassing drunk storys on a works christmas night out about 5 years a go all the bars were doing shots with each drink. I got really merry as i liked the shots and nobody else did so i was having them all. My husband came to pick me and brought a sick bag as he knew ild struggle on the windey country lanes home. woke up the next morning and found all the contents of my handbag in a neat line down the hallway and was very confused. Asked my hubby what had happened and he told me he had done it as i wasnt sick in the bag like i said ild been sick in my new handbag and then zipped it up and went back to sleep. Hubby noticed when he carried my bag in after hed carried me in. Hed washed everything and the bag. Was really embarrassing trying to explain to the man in the o2 shop what had happened to my brand new £300 phone i have many more but wont be sharing them all
Well - when I woke up in the morning [by two children demanding breakfast] I could not find the clothes I had had been wearing. Apparently I had taken them off and carefully folded them, then went to sleep using them as a pillow, clad only in bra, mininickies, and plimsolls. In the middle of the camp site. The security guard found me, carried me back to my tent and put me inside, and draped my jeans and sweatshirt over the top of the tent.