Monday, November 8, 2010
The first alcoholic drink I ever had was at 15 or so. A friend and I raided his parents' liquor cabinet, and filled up 2 empty stubbies with a bit of this and a touch of that - much like in the opening sequence of the Milton the Monster Show - and, holding our noses and resisting the urge to gag, drank that rocket fuel like it was going out of fashion which, let's face it, it never will (or always has been, depending on your perspective).
We evolved to drinking vodka down near the railway line near our local station, purchased usually by me cos I looked the oldest, before heading out to a dodgy local disco. Then it was Fosters Lager because, for some strange reason, we thought it was cool. It ain't cool. Island and/or West Coast Coolers were a part of the culture in those days too. Some friends even drank fruity lexia from the cask.
Now on top of this, I also recall wearing acid wash jeans, thin striped shirts and thin leather ties. Usually at the same time. Quite a picture isn't it?
These were the shameful days of stupid drunken antics, occasional fights (often with each other) and pashing equally drunk girls.
There, the segue is complete: