Get Drunk

The first time was at the tender age of 15 at the Bandbox in Felixstowe. We’d gone to see a friend’s band play and the bartenders decided to ignore our blatant underage-ness and offer us “candy shots” for a pound.

These were then followed up by a few JD and cokes, lots of giggling and a very wobbly walk to Catherine’s house where we stayed in a tent in her back garden.

I won’t mention Charlie being sick on Philip or in Cat’s pond. Oops!