Me, my mate and some guy we just metThe 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:
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Ah, the memories, Bob.
I don't know about my first drink. My parents would always let me have a little bit.
At fifteen, there was bugger-all for us to do in town, so we'd go camping instead. We'd hoon around paddocks and back-roads in utes and beat-up cars (usually without doors) while swigging out of goon bags or bottles of hot coke that'd been topped up with cheap spirits (usually bought by a sibling or some other older person) and gun down the occasional feral animal.
Things went downhill considerably once I put together my own still.
I was 15 too Bob. And it was after ballgirling at the Federation Cup.
Vermouth.
Lemonade.
I spewed so much my mother thought I had a brain tumour or sunstroke or both.
Summer Wine and Brandevino (spelling?). 15 must be a good average.
Nice segue Bob .... Having a shot at me?
and gun down the occasional feral animal.
Alex. You're sounding like a bloke again. I know, gender stereotypes, but, you know, that's blokey stuff.
Wari, we'd gun them down while braiding each other's hair and discussing who was hot.
I think it's just general farm stuff more than anything. Everybody kept guns in their vehicles and pigs, foxes, etc were shot on sight. Any rural gals want to back me up on this?
Well that does go some way to explaining things Alex. Unfortunately my experience with country girls really doesn't go much further than catching the odd episode of McLeod's Daughters, so I'll take your word for it.
Any rural gals want to back me up on this?
I was in a mining town. We certainly had ferals but you'd be in big trouble if you shot one
I've got that cd, Lewd, loved the vid when it came out
Having a shot at me?
Well you did alert me to the fact that I didn't segue a week or two ago. And a fair point it was. Nobody likes disjointed, incongruous, discombobulated posts.
Never seen McLeod's, Wari, but if they don't spend their time covered in dirt and shit and flies while muttering stuff like, "Fuck off you mongrel little cunt of a thing", I'd question the authenticity.
Back on booze - despite being popular at the time, I never acquired a taste for either VB (or VD, as it was known [as a matter of fact I've got it now -geddit?]) or Bundy "battle-fuel" Rum. And Bob, you're the first person I've heard say they drank Fosters. Anyone else got a particular drink they've loathed since adolescence?
I can't remember my first drink but I do remember smoking pot at 14 and this possibly came first anyway. I lived on the northern beaches and used to go over to Scotland Island a fair bit with friends . . it was an alternate community and I have hazy memories of magical bush dances and lost weekends in kit homes with tank water, hidden away from the shore by dense bush. The island had dirt roads and a few cars and there is a ferry from Church Point which is a nice ride. People who lived on the island had to commute by dinghy in all weather and often did so in raincoats and gumboots, keeping their work clothes in a Kombi van in the Church Pt carpark. It's probably all changed now but back then it was a lot like Nimbin on Pittwater.
Oh and I don't care if I never see TR2 again.
Bob, you're the first person I've heard say they drank Fosters
Wow, I really was uncool.
No, you weren't Bob. You grew up to be a man who uses "discombobulated."
I use it every chance I get. It reminds me of Travis Bickle.
I use 'truncated' whenever possible. It got a laugh as recently as tonight.
Nice. I also like 'expurgated'.
What's that Bob? What?
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