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I remember being fifteen and one of my mates had two cans of “Pale Ale”. There were five of us and we shared the cans between us, no covid in those days. It was terrible but none of us admitted to that.
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Beer, can’t remember what it was though! I was also 15 (and 6′ 6″) so managed to get served in a couple of pubs until one of my elder step brothers was in and grassed me up to the landlord!.
Never been a “regular drinker”, I do enjoy a cider or even a nice cold shandy on a summers day!. Only been properlt drunk once, one night on holiday in Portugal in 1990 I went to a local bar and had a 3 or 5 beers with Vodka chasers, unfortunately these were Finlandia Export and about 1/3 of a tumbler!. Got back to the apartment and my heavily pregant wife wasn’t best please when I threw up!. Good news was I didn’t have a hangover the next morning 🙂
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Thunderbird wine around 14. One of my mates parents were out every Saturday night so we’d all buy alcohol and go around to his house.
Mad Dog 20/20, 9 sipped my mums when she went to the bog. First actual proper drink getting drunk (wasted) Frosty Jacks cider, 13 army cadet annual camp 🤫
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12.5 years old. was routinely mistaken for my 16yr old brother’s older brother.
Friends cobbled cash together and sent me (looked the oldest) to the bottle store (off-licence in NZ). Had to be 21 to buy alcohol in the 1970’s. I bought a flagon (4 pints) of Port – the cheapest, most alcoholic thing they sold (stored in huge tank, you filled the flagon jug and paid). Got back to friends house to find they had got bored and had raided the drinks cabinet.
Pissed off at my wasted 1 hour round trip I drank all of the port in a few minutes. Was out of it for 7 hours, came to lying on the lounge floor unable to move, managed to crawl to the bathroom about 2 hours later, friends had all gone out, left me on my own. I showered, then rode my bike home, fell off a few times & the usual 10 minute ride took over an hour.
Mum found me in our downstairs shower, fast asleep with water pouring over me. Went upstairs, got fed steak and chips and sent to bed. Had to apologise to my friends parents as I had thrown up port all over their lounge carpet & it had to be replaced. Still can’t drink wine to this day.
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About 3 years of age. I kid you not.
Mother made ginger beer, myself and siblings loved it. It was only years later when dad got a ‘homebrew’ kit for Christmas and the hydrometer fell into the ginger beer vat.
I miss the 1970’s.
Not sure of what age first taste was, like wmc, my Dad older brothers used home brew kits, so no doubt tried some..
However 12-13 yrs old and living on a Council estate, 6 of us stole a case of sherry each from the rear of a CO OP store..
Resulted in a huge gang of shitfaced kids all over the park and fields, empty bottles everywhere…😳🥳
Mine was a can of lager at a family BBQ when I was about 14. I thought I was so grown up, but looking back, it was awful! Funny how tastes change over time. A few of my mates went a bit overboard in our late teens, and one even had to get support from Abbeycarefoundation later in life. It’s easy to get carried away when you’re young and think you’re invincible.
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