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Mirror mirror
Computer says...Noooo!
'You are what you drink'
Memory Loss!
My Red Shoes
Drunken New Year
Results Day
The Work's Party
A Messy Thursday
School Disco
Hospital Endings
The Noble Experiment
Sweet 16
Park Attack
Mirror mirror
It was my second year at Uni and my best friend's 20th Birthday. We played drinking games at the flat and after a cocktails and shots we started to get ready to go into Huddersfield. In my drunken state I fell against my mirror, cutting it directly in half and sliced my toes. Screaming at the sight of the blood, my friends and I went to A&E. I was apologising to her for ruining her birthday and as the wait at hospital continued, I decided to give up, go back to the flat bandage it up myself and carry on the night. After much more drinking in town, the pain became less and I danced the night away. When I woke up the next morning, my two friends were sat next to me looking at me with concern asking if I was in pain. I said no, but I looked at the bottom of the bed, it was covered in blood. My foot was wrapped in anything they could get hold of the night, tea-towels, toilet roll, clothes – because Id fallen again against the mirror when I’d got in and cut all my foot again but this time with so much drink in me I’d just passed out, but I can’t remember any of it.
Computer says...Noooooo!
We were out celebrating the end of term and Christmas, and having had a particularly heavy night – beers, wine and shots (because they were on special offer!), I got home, found my bed and went to sleep. I’m not sure how long I had been to sleep but I woke up with the spins, big style, got out of bed as quickly as I could and ran to the loo...except it wasn’t the loo, it was my desk! After I came too, I realised what I was doing just as I brought up the last of the contents of my stomach...all over my computer, keyboard and monitor! Really not pleasant, especially the cleaning of it!
'You are what you drink'
When I arrived at Uni, I was a keen swimmer and always kept an eye on my weight. Then Freshers' Week happened, or should I say Freshers' Year! It became so easy just to go for the 'odd pint' in the middle of the day at the SU. Because I have never really suffered from bad hangovers, the damage the daily drinking was causing wasn't noticeable. I carried on in the same routine of starting at the SU at 7.00pm and ending in Circus at 4.00am (not to mention doing little to no exercise!).
Towards the end of my first year I was looking through some old photos and I came across a picture from Warehouse in Freshers' Week, I then compared it to an almost identical recent photo and all I could think was: 'Shit I'm fat!' I decided to weigh myself and I had gone from 11 stone to nearly 16 stone in just 8 small months!
Initially I was confused as my diet hadn't changed and I was still eating properly, but then I found out the calorie content in a pint of beer! It was hard at first to stop drinking so much as it had become a habitual thing to have a post-lecture pint. But as I reduced my drinking the weight started to drop off and I noticed my bank balance increase. I spent my spare time between lectures playing 5-a-side football instead of pointless drinking and I started swimming again. I still go out but not as much and, to be honest, I have better nights out as it doesn't feel like a routine. Now I work in a bar and it's funny to see people come to uni and do the same thing I did.
Memory Loss!
One night I went out to a house party where I drank a lot. I then continued to drink half a bottle of Baileys. About four hours later, I woke up in Holbeck, six miles away, with no shoes, no glasses and no keys. I have no idea what happened but the last place I remember being was the takeaway five minutes walk from my house.
My Red Shoes
It was my 20th birthday and decided to really go for it with the alcohol. The night was going well, but before I knew what was happening I was so drunk I could barely walk so decided to take my shoes off. I then drunkenly knocked my friend’s wine glass out of her hand and simultaneously stepped on it! I cut my foot to shreds and then tried putting my white shoes back on. Needless to say my shoes were ruined, and my foot wasn’t much better. The bar staff threw me out for being drunk and wouldn't help with my foot because they were worried they would get the blame. I didn’t want anyone to call an ambulance so walked barefoot through central London with blood pouring out of my foot. I still have the scars and have learnt my lesson.
Drunken New Year
A couple of years ago I was out with work on New Years Day. The staff in most of the bars and clubs had gone on strike because if issues with pay so there was very slow service and the bars were packed. I seemed to be the last at the bar, buying two triple JD and cokes to save myself from having to stand and wait again for another drink. By the time I got my drink, my work mates were ready to move on so I ended up downing them. The night progressed in a similar fashion and drinks were bought for me. By the end of the night I had fallen down the stairs, up the stairs and into a thorn bush where I gained many deep cuts. If I didn't have my friends and boyfriend with me I don't think I would've made it home. In total, I had drank a litre and a half of JD. Since then I keep to a limit!
Results Day
It was GCSE results day and me and my two mates started drinking early. We picked up our results at 10:30am and then went straight to the pub to wait for it to open. Being young and stupid we got through more then enough in the first couple of hours and while me and one of my friends could 'hold our drink', friend number two was not so 'talented' ! So by 2.00pm, my friend was face down on the pub table asleep in a small pool of his own vomit, where we left him while we carried on drinking. Eventually the bar staff noticed and asked us to leave, but not before my friend had cleaned up after himself!
The Work’s Party
At a work’s party I got very drunk. It was just after Freshers’ week when I thought I could handle my drink. A lot of people who work with me are also at uni but in their later years. After endless glasses of white wine, there were shots of Jager and that is all I remember until the next morning when I didn’t have my phone on me and I was naked in a guys bed...some one who I worked with. Apparently, I had vomited my guts up at work and he was meant to make sure I got home ok. Let’s just say an emergency trip to the doctors was essential. He seemed very proud of himself but for me it was not funny at all!
A Messy Thursday
A messy Thursday after my last ever exam I decided to head to the pub, before the pub an offie and before the offie my fridge with 12 cans of lager for me and some mates. A few cans, a trip to the offie and a pub trip later, I felt fine and thought I could hack a sweaty nightclub and a few more drinks; so went out. Tequila is notorious for the copious amounts of toxic drinks poured down your throats. As if that wasn't enough myself and a particular guy Griffiths decided to run from tequila to life. Unfortunately didn't quite make it to life. As I decided to relive my county athletic prowess I began to run and tripped on something and went cascading into the pavement. I had a fight with it and lost. A split second after, guy tripped and fell over me which saw my head meet the pavement resulting in a huge gash on my eyebrow. I was drunk so didn’t really feel much but noticed a stream of blood dripping down my face. So I went to A+E where they glued it up, but I wasn't quite ready for an early bath so I went back to the club I was running to and fell asleep on their sofas. Oh and I once fell asleep in a cubicle and apparently got almost bare naked.
School Disco
One of my experiences was at a school disco night somewhere in Leeds in the summer of first year. I got horrifically drunk on snakebites, was sick in one of the corridors (sorry to the cleaning staff) and decided the best idea was to walk home by myself. I proceeded to walk down the middle of Otley road towards Devonshire as I thought this was the safest option to avoid attack. A police car pulled up, questioned me about my motives and behaviour, saw me in my belt skirt and shirt, took pity and gave me a lift home. I then passed out and woke up the next day with about 20 missed calls and text messages from worried friends.
Hospital Endings
Last summer I was working for a bank, we had an office party, and then went out in town afterwards...we were drinking steadily through to 11 and then left to go our separate ways. The next thing I remember is waking up covered in blood. I am unsure of the details but I assume I walked into something. I had stitches on my forehead and the scar can still be seen to this day! Two years ago a bar in town was running a night £7 all you can drink. Myself and 5 others went along and started to take full advantage of the offer. Later on in the night I was in one of the bars with one other from the group, we were informed that someone had been taken to hospital. We went to hospital and discovered that he had got himself a chipped tooth and a black eye; he had urinated on another on our friends. He spent the night in hospital on a drip.
The Noble Experiment
I took part in a game called 'the noble experiment' in a club in Leeds in 1st year. I had already had a few dinks before I played the game, which is why I probably played. The staff presented you with three envelopes and a vast vat of champagne cocktail, around 2 litres. Depending on which envelope you pick depends on the price of the drink, so you either get it for free, £45 or £90. I was stung for 90. The bar staff felt sorry for me so added more sprits. I then proceeded to drink this all. I moved on to a club to see my girlfriend, somehow by myself. I got into the club, got some water, then went to the loo, was violently sick and then passed out locking myself in. No one knew I was there so no one new to come and find me. I woke up at 4 in the morning and staggered out, the club was closed but luckily there were some cleaners who let me out. I had no money, could barely walk, couldn't talk and was wearing a t-shirt and it was -4. I went to the nearest kebab shop for warmth where I passed out again. By chance some other course friends saw being chucked out of this place and took me back to their halls, paying for the taxi. Had this not had happened I probs would have been arrested or worse, as I was not capable to doing anything apart from be sick and sleep.
Sweet 16
One from when I was 16 just made my friend laugh so here it is:
When I was 16 I went to a house party and through the distress of finding out the boy I was seeing now fancied someone else I decided to practically down a bottle vodka. I can't remember much of the party and, somehow, I managed to crawl back home (involving a small nap on someone's front garden wall) and get into bed. However, the next morning I had to arise at an ungodly hour to go to my Sunday job - working in a cattery. This job involved cleaning the cat pens emptying their litter trays, being a climbing frame for kittens and feeding all the cats. Thus on a normal Sunday the job was tiring and often stomach turning enough, however on a hung-over and what I soon found out was a touch of alcohol poisoning it was soul destroying. I decided to sit down for what I thought was two minutes, but was found two hours later asleep curled up with two cats, and vomit in the mop bucket. Amazingly I didn't get the sack, but I couldn't stop being sick for two days. A shorter but another classic was NYE 2000/2001 when I was trying to look glamorous whilst also trying to keep quite a quantity of chilli vodka down so thought I would demurely step outside my friend's back door and grab some fresh air. However I completely forgot that his back door led onto steps that went down to the garden. So as I stepped out I promptly fell down the stairs. Luckily a huge pile of bin bags broke my fall, but ensured I looked pretty stupid and smelt a bit like rotting food for the rest of the night.
Park Attack
I was at a social to raise money for our band’s tour of America. I was about 15 at the time and had plenty to drink, at least four pints in the first hour, not to mention a few bottles of wine I had won on the raffle. I was a bit fragile at this time as I was coming to terms with my sexuality and made the mistake of getting really drunk and confiding in another boy in the room who was in the year above and I knew he was gay. The night went on and after about 7 pints (which was my average per night then), a bottle of wine, some tequilas and a couple of JD & cokes I found myself amongst the last there. People were beginning to leave and the guy had confiding in was encouraging me to leave with him. "Come on" he kept saying, "there’s a party back at mine, everybody’s waiting". I don’t really remember leaving the club but I remember walking down a street and thinking where are we going? Then we passed a friend of mine who seemed concerned about me but the guy I was with told him we were going to a party. We never made it to a party, the guy smashed the neck off a bottle of wine that I had won and force-fed me it as we walked down the street. Next I found we were in a park and the guy was touching me. I tried to run away but he grabbed my wrist. I didn’t realise how strong he was, maybe because I was drunk but I couldn’t break free. The taxi rank wasn’t far and I was looking for something to hit him with but I had no strength, like one of those dreams where you are fighting someone but you keep missing. Luckily enough the friend who had seen us came back and asked what we were doing in the bushes, the guy let me go and I ran to the taxi rank. It was a horrible experience but it didn’t end there. The following week at school the guy told everyone I was gay.
