I can’t stand sherry. My flat mate when at uni won a Christmas hamper, they delivered it while he had left for the festive period. I had the lot including two bottles of sherry. I woke fully clothed in the bath with said sherry and sick all over myself. Never touched it since. I also hate Pernod anything aniseed tasting. Also notable mentions to goldschlager.
I used to be quite partial to a White Russian. Got smashed on it once in a welsh bar in Malaga. The vomit produced from drinking it was terrible. Not had one since.
Spent about 5 hours downing them with a mate in a pool bar in Thailand. We were sat in the pool on those underwater seat things you get, decided after drinking so many that we should have a race to the other side of the pool. I think I made it about 2 metres before sinking to the bottom. He threw up in the pool. I counted it as a victory for me.
Whiskey. It rearranges my brain cells. I’m ok with just the odd one, but if I get pissed on it anything could happen. So I tend to avoid whiskey altogether.
When I was about 17 a few of us crashed at a mate's house after a party. We woke up to the sound of someone crashing around and saw one of the lads sat on a chair. He thought he was on the bog and proceeded to take a ****. Unfortunately one of the lads had put his new leather jacket, his pride and joy, on the chair. Don't think he ever wore it again.
On a night out I got a call from a stripper at Spearmint Rhino. She asked if I knew someone called *** ********. I said I did, he was a guy we were doing business with. She told me he'd passed out in the VIP section and they'd redialled the last number on his phone, which was me. He'd been out with us earlier, we ditched him as he was hammered and was being a twat so we felt as bit guilty and jumped in a cab. After a few hours of charging dances and drinks to his credit card we got him back to his hotel. He called me the next day and said "did we go to Spearmint Rhino last night?". He'd found the receipts in his wallet.
I can't drink the British versions of draught Stella and San Miguel. If I have a few pints of those I want to curl up and die the next day, the headache is unbearable. All the chemicals they put in them to try to replicate the real thing are killing your brain. Blended whiskey is also one. Malt is fine (in small moderation) but any of the blends make me ill the next day. Vodka is just rank. Not had it for ages, can't remember if it makes me feel like **** or not. It's just tasteless ****e.
It's Pernod and black for me. Me and my mate aged 16 once went through a whole bottle between us at the pub. I was spewing all night and it looked as though I had a perforated ulcer because of the black I once got obliterated on cider at a house party when I was 13. I was kissing my new girlfriend and threw up into her mouth. That was our last date Never drunk that **** since either.
The Spanish version of San Miguel isn't any better, get yourself bottles of Mahou (green label) next time. As to Vodka, it's more of an ingredient, stick a shot of grenadine or vimto in it with some lemonade, it's like drinking sweets. Southern comfort is my chunder drink, got so sick on it during a school skiing trip when I was 13, just the smell of it makes me heave.
