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The tender age of 17, the beginning of my 7th form year. I was a late drinker by the standards of this country lol.
I had drunk before, but this was the first time of really drinking. My mates and I played the wonderful game "Circle of Death" - a pack of cards and a bowl in the middle, each time a king is drawn people poor some of their drink in the bowl, last king drawn drinks the bowl.
We were playing with beer, mostly Export Gold (a fairly cheap but not awful lager). I lost. And i lost badly.
I gave the bowl a valiant effort, but couldn't finish it off. Started to go to sleep on my friends hard wooden floor. Another friend decided i should go onto the couch, after a lot of protest, we stood up, and that was what did it. The world became a blurr and i literrally sprinted to the nearest hole i could find - his kitchen sink - and proceeded to unload the chinese i had for dinner into it.
I still enjoy export, but i refuse to play circle of death.
That was my first, but definitely not my worst.
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