Teenage PartiesAh, the heady days when catering consisted of a crate of lager and some vodka illicitly extracted by whoever looked oldest, decoration consisted of removing any breakable furniture and the morning after was just the morning and not the rest of the week.
Tell us who you snogged, where you threw up and who just would not leave.
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chthonic, Thu 13 Apr 2006, 10:20)
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Well now...First off: does anyone else remember meeting at the clock tower in Golders Green EVERY Saturday night between 1978-81? If so, hi.
The one that sticks in my mind though was a fake posh party where we all wore dinner jackets and posh frocks, only two mates (Paul, Keiran - you know it was you) decided to turn up in drag, but not OTT drag, just Paul's sister's clothes, quite weird.
At another one, aged 17, I thought I had just found my first girlfriend through my Saturday job. I'd arranged to meet her at a party, unfortunately my best mate had got us some acid... I spotted her a little while after the drugs took effect, trying to introduce her to my mates I began, "Paul, this is...erm..." shite! I couldn't remeber her name! "Paula" she said. I totally failed to get off with her, shame she really liked me.
(, Tue 18 Apr 2006, 13:57, Reply)
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