...and All is alright with the World.

[yulzari]

No need,in my beer guzzling days I would do the fingers down the throat to heave a load up to make room for more... Not proud to say that but, its what was done.

Ah. Memories of going for the gallon of rough cider in the Masonic Inn in Stoke when a student......... Never completed the eighth pint. Proper rough cider, cloudy, slightly green with a faint white haze coming off it when poured out.

 

[Matt308]

I remember my buddy and I had been out drinking and came back to my parents place. Mom could tell we were drunker than a barrel full of monkeys and asked if we would like to have some spaghetti. Ofcourse we would. So we scarf down the spaghetti and my buddy takes his empty plate up to the sink, turns the water on to rinse it off and proceeds to puke in the sink. When he was done he bleary eyed turned to my Mom and says, "Mrs. Wade, that was the best spaghetti I have ever eaten".

For some reason, Mom has never forgotten that.

 

[Readie]

Ah. Memories of going for the gallon of rough cider in the Masonic Inn in Stoke when a student......... Never completed the eighth pint. Proper rough cider, cloudy, slightly green with a faint white haze coming off it when poured out.

What was that Scrumpy pub behind the Library on North Hill John?

I used to drink in the Stoke Vaults and Railway Arms in Stoke. Darts, pies and plenty of Courage best

I went to the CFE in Paradise Road ( the older building) My mates dad, Mr Foster was in charge of the new old site at that time.

 

[Readie]

I remember my buddy and I had been out drinking and came back to my parents place. Mom could tell we were drunker than a barrel full of monkeys and asked if we would like to have some spaghetti. Ofcourse we would. So we scarf down the spaghetti and my buddy takes his empty plate up to the sink, turns the water on to rinse it off and proceeds to puke in the sink. When he was done he bleary eyed turned to my Mom and says, "Mrs. Wade, that was the best spaghetti I have ever eaten".

For some reason, Mom has never forgotten that.

Great story Matt. That made laugh...

 

[Njaco]

I remember my buddy and I had been out drinking and came back to my parents place. Mom could tell we were drunker than a barrel full of monkeys and asked if we would like to have some spaghetti. Ofcourse we would. So we scarf down the spaghetti and my buddy takes his empty plate up to the sink, turns the water on to rinse it off and proceeds to puke in the sink. When he was done he bleary eyed turned to my Mom and says, "Mrs. Wade, that was the best spaghetti I have ever eaten".

For some reason, Mom has never forgotten that.

Ahhh, spaghetti and beer. Many years ago, my buds and I went out on a Thursday night to a local bar that was having a drink special. Something like 50 cent beers, 75 cent shots and $1 mix drinks. I was "designated driver" - back in those days it meant you had a car and not that you were not going to drink. Gets to the last 10 minutes and my one friend orders 10 kamikaze shots before the night is done. Downs them all. Gets falling down drunk. Get him to the car to take him home and he passes out in the back seat. But not before he pukes all over inside my car......his dinner.......spaghetti and meatballs. I'm pissed. My other buds who also have to ride in this mess are pissed. So we start thinking about retaliation. And it comes to us: He had never shaved his mustache. He was proud of his 'stache. Called it virgin. Shampooed it and conditioned it. Sooooooo.......we stop and get some shaving cream and a razor. But.....we only shaved half of it, forcing him (when he finally came too) to have to shave the other half. Next morning we understand his mother and sister needed oxygen because they were laughing so hard!

 

[Matt308]

I have no sympathy for those who drink unto oblivion. Great story. Especially the cathartic part of having to reflect upon your errors and shave off the remaining half.

[I do not condone pranks upon others while handicapped. But in this case of self induced stoopidity, I have no sympathy.]

 

[Njaco]

 

[meatloaf109]

Should have given him a hitler 'stashe!

 

[nincomp]

Sooooooo.......we stop and get some shaving cream and a razor. But.....we only shaved half of it, forcing him (when he finally came too) to have to shave the other half. Next morning we understand his mother and sister needed oxygen because they were laughing so hard!

Job well done!

On the other hand.....
It is too bad that you didn't put the shaving cream and razor in his hands. When he woke up, you could have claimed that he had shaved it off despite your protests!

 

[A4K]

Great one Chris!

As I posted many moons ago on the forum, an Air Force mate suffered same. Drunk as a skunk one friday night, he passed out, so a little 'fun' from his dorm mates - out with the razor, and poor guy woke up with half a moustache, and one eyebrow... Worst was we were still on recruit course, so we were allowed out on the town, but not to drink. I didn't get on with his Corporal, but luckily he did, because that's what saved him from getting charged aswell..!

And about the food in puke... Billy Connolly puts it this way:
'Why is it that every time someone vomits, it's full of diced carrots? I have never eaten diced carrots in my life, but every time I puke, there they are..!!!'



(I could tell one about shaving cream and a mouthy dorm mate too, but that's another story... suffice to say the Air Force is NOT the place to act like an @hole!)

 

[yulzari]

What was that Scrumpy pub behind the Library on North Hill John?

I used to drink in the Stoke Vaults and Railway Arms in Stoke. Darts, pies and plenty of Courage best

I went to the CFE in Paradise Road ( the older building) My mates dad, Mr Foster was in charge of the new old site at that time.

I was at the old Poly myself. 18 Queen Anne's Terrace.

Used the Masonic, Stoke and the Wellington, North Hill (EIPA) as a student. Later we used the bar under the Duke of Cornwall (bar now closed) and later under the Grand Hotel (burned down) and finally the Fisher whatchamacallit up towards the Citadel from Sutton Harbour.

I don't recall a cider place behind the library although I remember using the Providence Arms with the toilet door opening into the line of fire between the oche and board of the darts players...... The Dolphin used to be real sawdust on the floor and barrels brought up to go on the bar. Tame now. There was a cider place up the hill from there where ladies would only be served cider in half pints. I'll stop reminiscing now or I will start going on about navy fights in Union Street between the railway bridge and Octagon.

Now you have gone and bought two houses on ex Quaker land with covenants stopping pubs on the old Beaumont House land. Going on the wagon?

 

[Readie]

Ah, you pre-date my woeful efforts at the CFE John. I was there in 1974.

The Railway arch...Union Street hasn't been quite the same since.

The Providence sounds right, could be the Friendship Inn?... I used the James Street Vaults,Commodore Club,Magnet Restaurant ( where my mate was 3rd chef),Fishermans on the Barbican,Newmarket and for a posh night out with my tank top, stacks,and VERY tight flares in had to be the Unity Happy days.

Peverell's the same. Publess and now the Hyde Park is shut rough as rats on the Plain.

 

[yulzari]

Life is different now John.

Just come back from watching the International and Six Nations Sheep Shearing Championships in our local town and the favourite Christophe miss out on the individual title despite his fan club's support and our friend Gael is involved in the Ladies event. You don't get that in Plymouth.

Next year it is in Ireland if anyone follows such things.

 

[Readie]

Life moves on, thats true. Probabily just as well to be honest


No we don't...not yet.


Will Plymouth ever be that brave?

 

[mikewint]

AH YES, the shearing of the sheep

 

[Lucky13]

One has indulged in a Tequila race or two too many....

Great stuff lads!

 

[Njaco]

The sheep: "Will you still love me in the morning?"

 

[Lucky13]

*wait, wait, waaaaiiiiiit....what's that......I smell bacon!*

 

[mikewint]

Well you know everyone has their pet name for it

 

[meatloaf109]

Had a friend with the last name of "Love". Real character.
Used to ask all the girls if he could give them some "love".