The drunkest any one has ever been

[gota quid]

sitting in my dinning room after sofas party i found, the bits of mind that still work, my self thinking whats the drunkest i had ever been,

no i can not remember is but my step father says i came home one night fell though the front door went to the down stairs loo fell asleep vomited on myself and then nearly fainted, i came around, because the vomit was red and i thought i was dieing but i had only been drinking strawberry 20/20

 

[age'd parent]

In my sixty years I have had the odd bad pint that's made me do lally, proberly the worst was when I fell out of the sunbeam rapier my mate was driving as we went round a corner in Highfield’s they told me the next morning that I was sitting in the road shouting "come back I'm too drunk to walk." I didn't feel the pain from the torn skin and twisted knees till I tried to walk the next morning, after I hobbled into the Highfield's club that lunch time and sat staring at a bloody Mary for an hour the lurching in my stomach passed, I knocked back the drink and barely made it to the toilets in time. That night I gave up drinking forever.
Fortunately I recovered and next weekend the beer once again was delicious.

 

[The Salstar]

Hmmmmmmm.... By the size of my hangover, i think it was quite possibly last night!

 

[Doctor]

Luckily I blank those nights from my mind until some friend reminds me and teh stories come flooding back. All far too embarasing for this place though.

 

[gota quid]

Am yet to get up and test the size of my hangover today but i do have the feeling that it may be bad. I am hoping the smell from down stairs is Mrs Quid cooking bacon in an attept to lure me out of my pit

update.

Not only has the wonderful Mrs Quid cooked bacon and sausage for me she has brought them upstairs, She really is ace

 

[Kharis]

Nice to watch you all getting really really drunk last night

 

[tek-monkey]

Soz I missed it last night, I'm not quite sure what happened! I've only just woken up though, so maybe last night was mine.....

Gota quid, were you more wasted than the infamous losing several hours and having no idea where you were night?

 

[gota quid]

very nearly tek monkey mate

 

[Jheych]

Hmm

in the same way as the good doctor I am no way telling the whole story here but just to give you an idea will drop a few details in to the mixing pot

Ah it's been such a drunken life there were quite a few occasions but 3 stand out in my memory .In noparticular order

1) The Leadmill Sheffield, one pair of leather trousers, one big back payment, 1 bottle of vodka , 1 bouncer , 1 managers car, 1 manager, one brand new door, 1 policeman , 1 slightly dented backpayment cheque

2) 1 hard night and day sesh ,1 cooked chicken, 1 fridge

3) 1 fountain, 1 park , 1 city ( Munich) , 1 Oktoberfest, 1 pair of boxer shorts , 1 fountain that needed cleaning

er.. and that's all I'm saying

 

[AndyST17]

It had to be bout 6 months ago when i decided to go to bed in a shopping trolley outside tesco

 

[db]

It had to be bout 6 months ago when i decided to go to bed in a shopping trolley outside tesco

lol excellent! it's a miracle you didn't wake up in the canal - that's seems to be the natural habitat of stray trolleys these days..

 

[Doctor]

2) 1 hard night and day sesh ,1 cooked chicken, 1 fridge

0 pajamas!!!!

 

[Andreas Rex]

Hmm...tricky one this...I have many stories but I'm unsure as to which would claim the title of 'The drunkest I've ever been'. If this were to be split into catagories such as 'What's the most drunk you've been and injured yourself' or 'What the most drunk you've been and lost nearly all you've owned' then this would be easy. When I was 20 and had moved to Hertfordshire, I could have filled this thread on my own. The only one I can really gather and present with detail is this:

I'd moved to Herts on my jack, in my late teens, with the intention of forging a career in the IT/Telecommuncations industry. I was living in St Albans, and though i'd been a social drinker for a couple of years, I was in no way prepared for the afterwork drinking culture that I was plunged into. I worked for a marketing company where there was a 'Let's have a couple of beers at lunch and then 10 after work every day' attitude, and as not being one to shirk my alcohol responsibilities, I duly stepped up to the mark each time. One Friday after work I'd gone to the pub knowing that I'd eaten bugger all through the day, and that i should before embarking upon an epic ale journey. Needless to say, I didn't eat. After about X pints, I decided to stumble the mile home to bed. I woke up fully clothed, covered in mud and grit, and without my keys, wallet or phone. Not good. It was Saturday morning, I had no clean clothes (was v poor at the time), no means of communication, no bank card etc, and it was 11.30am. This meant I had about an hour to get to town before the bank shut; I had no other way of getting money unless I could get into the bank itself (and that's another story ). I started walking up the road towards town, and as I got to the bridge I would have walked under the night before I noticed that there was a roadworks thing on the left pavement. As I approached the 5ft deep hole I noticed some stuff at the bottom, which, lo(l) and behold, happened to be all my possessions! Top 'nana. Went straight back to bed (cos everything was still in my wallet) and ordered a delivery pizza. Praise the Lord.

Maybe I should stay at home...

Beer injuries:

15 - Broken thumb playing Kabaddi at Scouts (thanks to Tommy T)
18 - smashed ball of ankle in Kebab King (dancing on chairs RJS?)
24 (?) - snapped ligament twixt my shoulder blade and my collar bone (apparently it doesn't fix itself ) rugby-tackling G-Unit in the Lynton Tavern 2 days before Xmas. Bloody good tackle....extremely painful result
26 (?) - Fractured cheekbone when jumped upon from behind, when i thought the wresting had stopped, by a drunken Tommy T (I was drunk too..). Full force of his body, on the back of my head, whilst cheekbone goes straight into the corner of the arm of a sofa with a nice sturdy wooden frame
26th Bday (?) - On way home from the Hog's with the intention of getting changed (having been at work), I fell head-first against the railings when they were tarting up the Whitely Building, and managed to gouge a section of my scalp out. Between there and getting to my house (when I lived on Railway St) I was only saved from falling into the river by an extremely well-placed BBC who caught my hood, thus saving. Kwalitie.

 

[djwellis]

anyone suffered some Wii-based drunken accidents?

I have been hit in the face by a drunken "baseball" player....

 

[db]

anyone suffered some Wii-based drunken accidents?

I have been hit in the face by a drunken "baseball" player....

christ, that must have really hurt - you really have to give it some welly playing that! i've thrown my shoulder out playing it before now..

you are easily the most injured drunkard i know lol.. there's absolutely no contest..

 

[tek-monkey]

I ended a 2 1/2 year relationship whilst so wasted I can't remember doing it. I then went out on a drinking session with a mate the next morning. She called late afternoon and I had no idea why she was annoyed at me. When she explained I just told her I must have had a good reason and hung up. Still to this day no idea what happened!

 

[Andreas Rex]

you are easily the most injured drunkard i know lol.. there's absolutely no contest..

I think that should be "You are the most easy to injure drunkard I know"...most of my injuries are caused by others . Well, I suppose G-Unit did break what was otherwise gonna be a rather bad Superman impression. I have plenty more if anyone has the time...(unlikely)...

 

[Lisa]

Mine would have to be one particular night at a work function clevery disguised as a wanky business awards ceremony. I was exactly 4 days into my then-new job, and being very nervous and a typical two-pot screamer, I kinda downed the house red a little too quickly and one and a half bottles later, I remember challenging my coworkers to pool and further drinking competitions, and being violently ill down the side of the brand new work car.

 

[theflamingred]

Can think of when my ex housemates were particularly pickled.

I came home from work in the wee small hours of the morning (bar work - pah!). I tried to sneak through the house and not turn on the lights so as no to disturb the chaps - twas about 2 or 3 am after all.

Walking across the living I smacked my foot on something. Hopping and doing that shouty whisper thing with naughty words I fumbled for the light switch.

Bing <Cue light>

'Why the f**k is there a garden in my front room?'

The chaps had been souvenier hunting on the way home and had neatly arranged a little garden in the living room. Decent covering a top soil, potted plant. Even the gnome.

They had no recollection in the morning. But they did clean it up. Bless.

 

[Mrs M]

Too many to mention although there was one occasion after leaving the grapes I attempted to jump the road barrier (back of old Tesco) and fell next thing I remember it was daylight, my mate had gone and I was flat out on the grass,I started to be sick and (like got a quid)got really scared co's it was red, I later remembered I was drinking cherry B and cider (leg over). I also remember going to an all night party on the Newport rd. On the way home I decided to stop at pitcher bank for a bus. I remember it was when Motorhead, girls school etc were on at Bingley Hall and loads were waiting for a bus. I ledged on the window sill of the british legion thinking that I will never get on the bus. The next thing I was being woken by an old lady asking if I was okay. Everyone had gone, don't know how long I had been there. Must have looked a right tramp. There have been far worse but I don't want to give the wrong impression.