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My parents went away for their silver anaversery on Monday, so last night I decided to go "old school" and have a few people over with some drink to sit in front of the music channels all night. My mate Fos came over first, with cans of Becks, and then Wal and his bird Laura showed up, then my mates Jay and Seb, with his bird Helen. They had industrial sized bottles of beer, cheap from ASDA (where Seb works, unlucky for him)
As soon as we were all sat down, I started having flashbacks.
Year 10 and 11, Friday night. As usual, Wal's parents are out, so everybody is at his. Big Brother 1 is all the craze, and the girls demand it be put on to see who's being evicted. The girl/boy ratio is amazing, usually just myself and Wal and maybe two or three other lads, then about eight or more lasses, nearly all single. Wal was one of the most popular kids in our year, so everyone wanted to go round.
Memories of girls taking off their tops to show us their bras, taking their bras off from under their tops, wanting to flash us but most bottling it at the last second so we only see one perfectly formed pair, it all came flooding back. 8 cans of Fosters each, wine for the ladies, The Box on the TV (not as many music channels back then) or a Dr Dre CD blasting on a hi-fi, perfect ingrediants for a good night, um... in.
Chilling in the kitchen, smoking Benson & Hedges in the garden, drinking on the staircase, chatting up the ladies in the kitchen, chatting up the ladies in the garden, chatting up the ladies on the staircase. Ah, to be 16 again...
Sorry, just had to share that trip down memory lane. No flashing last night, no feeling of breasts, no lesbian kisses, no leading a girl upstairs (or the other way around, as it usually was) just a few mates, two lasses and a whole lotta beer. Need to do it more often, had a right laugh. Dirty Sanchez came on, and let me tell you, it makes Jackass look like Rainbow. Four deranged Welshmen setting fire to their privates and stapling their ears to tables. Sick.
I miss the old days of Friday nights around Wal's. Sure, you had the bravado of the lads starting fights, sure you had the on/off couple breaking up at the end of each night, screaming the house down, sure you had the one girl crying with her friends trying to comfort her because "Chris doesn't love me!" but you never had a hangover, even after the equivilant of 8 pints, you didn't have to worry about getting knocked back by a bouncer, or about getting raped in the toilets (hey, it could happen) and you didn't have to worry about getting a taxi. You just walked the ladies home, fishing for a kiss, then walked home yourself. Ah, happy memories.
As soon as we were all sat down, I started having flashbacks.
Year 10 and 11, Friday night. As usual, Wal's parents are out, so everybody is at his. Big Brother 1 is all the craze, and the girls demand it be put on to see who's being evicted. The girl/boy ratio is amazing, usually just myself and Wal and maybe two or three other lads, then about eight or more lasses, nearly all single. Wal was one of the most popular kids in our year, so everyone wanted to go round.
Memories of girls taking off their tops to show us their bras, taking their bras off from under their tops, wanting to flash us but most bottling it at the last second so we only see one perfectly formed pair, it all came flooding back. 8 cans of Fosters each, wine for the ladies, The Box on the TV (not as many music channels back then) or a Dr Dre CD blasting on a hi-fi, perfect ingrediants for a good night, um... in.
Chilling in the kitchen, smoking Benson & Hedges in the garden, drinking on the staircase, chatting up the ladies in the kitchen, chatting up the ladies in the garden, chatting up the ladies on the staircase. Ah, to be 16 again...
Sorry, just had to share that trip down memory lane. No flashing last night, no feeling of breasts, no lesbian kisses, no leading a girl upstairs (or the other way around, as it usually was) just a few mates, two lasses and a whole lotta beer. Need to do it more often, had a right laugh. Dirty Sanchez came on, and let me tell you, it makes Jackass look like Rainbow. Four deranged Welshmen setting fire to their privates and stapling their ears to tables. Sick.
I miss the old days of Friday nights around Wal's. Sure, you had the bravado of the lads starting fights, sure you had the on/off couple breaking up at the end of each night, screaming the house down, sure you had the one girl crying with her friends trying to comfort her because "Chris doesn't love me!" but you never had a hangover, even after the equivilant of 8 pints, you didn't have to worry about getting knocked back by a bouncer, or about getting raped in the toilets (hey, it could happen) and you didn't have to worry about getting a taxi. You just walked the ladies home, fishing for a kiss, then walked home yourself. Ah, happy memories.
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Blank wrote:
> It's funny you recall all the bad bits
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Bad bits? Hmm... drink, girls, boobs... What bad bits?
> It's funny you recall all the bad bits
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Bad bits? Hmm... drink, girls, boobs... What bad bits?
Blank wrote:
> MoJoJoJo wrote:
> leading a girl upstairs (or the other way around, as it usually was)
>
>
> ...leading a girl downstairs?
>
Or maybe girls leading?
The 'Virtuous' lot they aren't.
> MoJoJoJo wrote:
> leading a girl upstairs (or the other way around, as it usually was)
>
>
> ...leading a girl downstairs?
>
Or maybe girls leading?
The 'Virtuous' lot they aren't.
5 parties over Easter.
Oh yes.
Oh yes.
*cries*
MoJoJoJo wrote:
> leading a girl upstairs (or the other way around, as it usually was)
...leading a girl downstairs?
It's funny you recall all the bad bits and say it was really good - what our brains tend to do is remove the bad bits so all we remember is good. Of course, you remember that certain things happened, but almost as if through rose-tinted spectacles.
> leading a girl upstairs (or the other way around, as it usually was)
...leading a girl downstairs?
It's funny you recall all the bad bits and say it was really good - what our brains tend to do is remove the bad bits so all we remember is good. Of course, you remember that certain things happened, but almost as if through rose-tinted spectacles.
Wal's little brother is 13, and he was drinking the other week, I even made a post about it here because I was so surprised.
Kids are doing more and more before we were, the older you are, the stranger it seems.
Kids are doing more and more before we were, the older you are, the stranger it seems.
I remember being 16.. playing footie having a laugh and work experience.
But what kind of people serve to 12 year olds trying to grow older than they are ..
But what kind of people serve to 12 year olds trying to grow older than they are ..
Drinking at 12 isn't unusual nowadays. Keep up with the times, Snipe.
Erm you call... drinking, fighting happy memories okay right as long as they are happy. And drinking at 16?
My parents went away for their silver anaversery on Monday, so last night I decided to go "old school" and have a few people over with some drink to sit in front of the music channels all night. My mate Fos came over first, with cans of Becks, and then Wal and his bird Laura showed up, then my mates Jay and Seb, with his bird Helen. They had industrial sized bottles of beer, cheap from ASDA (where Seb works, unlucky for him)
As soon as we were all sat down, I started having flashbacks.
Year 10 and 11, Friday night. As usual, Wal's parents are out, so everybody is at his. Big Brother 1 is all the craze, and the girls demand it be put on to see who's being evicted. The girl/boy ratio is amazing, usually just myself and Wal and maybe two or three other lads, then about eight or more lasses, nearly all single. Wal was one of the most popular kids in our year, so everyone wanted to go round.
Memories of girls taking off their tops to show us their bras, taking their bras off from under their tops, wanting to flash us but most bottling it at the last second so we only see one perfectly formed pair, it all came flooding back. 8 cans of Fosters each, wine for the ladies, The Box on the TV (not as many music channels back then) or a Dr Dre CD blasting on a hi-fi, perfect ingrediants for a good night, um... in.
Chilling in the kitchen, smoking Benson & Hedges in the garden, drinking on the staircase, chatting up the ladies in the kitchen, chatting up the ladies in the garden, chatting up the ladies on the staircase. Ah, to be 16 again...
Sorry, just had to share that trip down memory lane. No flashing last night, no feeling of breasts, no lesbian kisses, no leading a girl upstairs (or the other way around, as it usually was) just a few mates, two lasses and a whole lotta beer. Need to do it more often, had a right laugh. Dirty Sanchez came on, and let me tell you, it makes Jackass look like Rainbow. Four deranged Welshmen setting fire to their privates and stapling their ears to tables. Sick.
I miss the old days of Friday nights around Wal's. Sure, you had the bravado of the lads starting fights, sure you had the on/off couple breaking up at the end of each night, screaming the house down, sure you had the one girl crying with her friends trying to comfort her because "Chris doesn't love me!" but you never had a hangover, even after the equivilant of 8 pints, you didn't have to worry about getting knocked back by a bouncer, or about getting raped in the toilets (hey, it could happen) and you didn't have to worry about getting a taxi. You just walked the ladies home, fishing for a kiss, then walked home yourself. Ah, happy memories.
As soon as we were all sat down, I started having flashbacks.
Year 10 and 11, Friday night. As usual, Wal's parents are out, so everybody is at his. Big Brother 1 is all the craze, and the girls demand it be put on to see who's being evicted. The girl/boy ratio is amazing, usually just myself and Wal and maybe two or three other lads, then about eight or more lasses, nearly all single. Wal was one of the most popular kids in our year, so everyone wanted to go round.
Memories of girls taking off their tops to show us their bras, taking their bras off from under their tops, wanting to flash us but most bottling it at the last second so we only see one perfectly formed pair, it all came flooding back. 8 cans of Fosters each, wine for the ladies, The Box on the TV (not as many music channels back then) or a Dr Dre CD blasting on a hi-fi, perfect ingrediants for a good night, um... in.
Chilling in the kitchen, smoking Benson & Hedges in the garden, drinking on the staircase, chatting up the ladies in the kitchen, chatting up the ladies in the garden, chatting up the ladies on the staircase. Ah, to be 16 again...
Sorry, just had to share that trip down memory lane. No flashing last night, no feeling of breasts, no lesbian kisses, no leading a girl upstairs (or the other way around, as it usually was) just a few mates, two lasses and a whole lotta beer. Need to do it more often, had a right laugh. Dirty Sanchez came on, and let me tell you, it makes Jackass look like Rainbow. Four deranged Welshmen setting fire to their privates and stapling their ears to tables. Sick.
I miss the old days of Friday nights around Wal's. Sure, you had the bravado of the lads starting fights, sure you had the on/off couple breaking up at the end of each night, screaming the house down, sure you had the one girl crying with her friends trying to comfort her because "Chris doesn't love me!" but you never had a hangover, even after the equivilant of 8 pints, you didn't have to worry about getting knocked back by a bouncer, or about getting raped in the toilets (hey, it could happen) and you didn't have to worry about getting a taxi. You just walked the ladies home, fishing for a kiss, then walked home yourself. Ah, happy memories.
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