This might be a good thread not to show to your teenage children If they ever find out how their parents were you are all done. Let me kick it off. When I was 18 which feels very long ago (about y2k scare time) me and two of my mates decided to go party every night until we get bored, tired, fed-up, arrested or to drunk. Catch was never were allowed to go to same club or same city .... That spree lasted about 2 month's, maybe more so perfect summer holiday already. We went to loads of bigger cities in Poland, two rock festival's in Sweden, love parade in Germany and so on. Best of it all for me was Sweden were we got invited to a 3rd rock festival, a private one. That was intriguing so we went. Turned out to be Hells Angels Swedish chapters annual party. About 500 attendees some should be in jail no doubt. It was a civilized affair to a degree. AC-DC was playing, so did Megadeath and few other Swedish heavy metal and rock bands. There was stripteaser on stage during performance, pool dancing and usual "Manly" stuff. There was a constant stream of alcohol, weed, cocaine, prostitutes and food. Party lasted 4 days with no one allowed to leave as Police has locked down the small city to prevent unrest!! On day 5 about half of the people left still pissed but Police did not stop them they escorted them out of the county!!! Rest were more local do left with-in next day or so including us back to Poland. Best party ever, best summer ever.
I can't remember :biggrin: ...but there was a weekend party over in Germany, just before the wall came down. Blues and Royals regimental ball - excellent!
helicopter garden party for me, but too young for alcohol :smile:. Just like Jerry I struggle to remember others but plenty of repetition and naughty stuff which all seems boring looking back. You have me beat hollow with above L.
Group of us gate crashed some party .. Then the lads climbed into the brewery yard and got some barrels of beer .. Tried to tap them ended in disaster beer flood .. Inside House not good . My friend with a false eye kept dropping it in people's pints until they went to drink it ... And noticed more beer everywhere and hunt the eyeball. One of our lot broke some pipes and the whole house flooded .. Chaos .. Police arrived to find out who had nicked the barrels of beer. At this point we legged it .. Out the back. I still have no idea who's party it was .. On the way home we where dancing about outside a French restaurant and they where clearing up .. They invited us in and cooked for all ten of us free of charge.. I got fed awesome deserts by my bloke .. I think the " party then went on after a quick snooze to a river / beach party .. I don't recall much of Sunday drinking again on the shore. Monday went to work fell asleep on my drawing board got bollocked. Left work had dinner went clubbing ., One big party from Friday night til Tues morning... Those where the days. Now I'm a boring old fart. I am really really sorry to whoever a house that was ... It was wrecked .. It was over 20 years ago I can't believe what we did now .. Nor can the other 40 year old men who did it . It was really well out of order.
Hell, no. Besides, there's a few ex-rugby players on here who will understand ... what goes on, on tour, stays on tour! I can't remember if I have anything to hide or not :wink:
Must've involved monkey hanging. Mine was a Tupperware party, three of us fighting over two scrambled egg makers.
So many sweaty mean man in one changing room having a shower together I guess it is best to keep it a secret
Afriend was to leave for a year’s study in Poland. It was a ‘Tequila and Champagne’ party. I’d taken that to mean either/or, not both atthe same time. I collected the ‘NaughtyBoys’ and drove them there. The eveningturned into an historic event. Themajority of the many people there discovered ‘slammers’ that evening. They eagerly chased the fizzing potion downwith champagne. The inevitableconsequence was a steady pilgrimage to the bathroom as the cocktail insisted itpreferred daylight to intestinal darkness, making its sudden and violentreappearance in what Hunter S. Thompson called, '‘The big spit'’. The bathroom was arranged with the toilet atthe far wall with the bathtub lengthways to the right of the door. The first few made it to the toilet, but thetraffic began to build up at the door. The next few were so pressurised by the delay of waiting for the religiousconversations on the ‘big white telephone’ to cease, that they only made it tothe bath. At one time, there wassynchronised puking with 3 being sick into the bath and one down the bog. I saw the plughole was blocked in the bathand the bath had at least 2 inches of undigested stomach soup in it. Novomit space left at the white furniture in the bathroom, the next wave threw upon the bathroom floor. By now, the tinylobby outside the bathroom door was so jammed full of heavers and retchers thata few simply puked on the dance floor and kept dancing in a sort of splish andsplat way. There were those who slippedup in the vile bile broth and got covered in the mess, making for a very unusual wet t-shirt event. Newspapers were put down to lessen the riskof slipping, then one extra-drunken ‘slamster’ picked up one of these sheets ofnewspaper and put it round her shoulders like a dripping cape. The swirling and spinning frenzy to thestrains of, Babylon Zoo’s, ‘Spaceman, Ialways wanted you to go into Space, man, Spaceman’ resulted in stomachcontents being propelled off the cape by centrifugal force on to walls andonlookers. While this was going on inthe dance room, the bathroom and the lobby, there was a competing attraction inthe junk room. Fiddy, ‘He That WillSleep Anywhere, Anytime, Anyway,’ had gone into the junk room and crashed outin a hair nest. He’d spotted acomfortable looking pile of bedding in a corner and nestled down for a nap - inthe dog’s basket! In his uniform blackleggings, black tee shirt and paratrooper boots, he looked like a Yeti as hegot completely covered in long grey hairs from the dog’s bedding. Oh, how we laughed! Yes, indeed, a party to remember. I thanked my lucky stars that I was drivingand so was not victim to the alcohol ‘illness’ that spared no one else thatevening. The ‘Naughty Boys’ still talkabout it as one of the seminal chapters in the annals of party-going history.
Borgo - that is a finely crafted and spectacular account that had me chuckling Luke a good 'un! For me its probably the performance bikes frenzy at cadwell park 1997. When the beer tent ran out of beer, it was burnt down! It was generally a pretty mad weekend.
I once went to one of Victor Lownes parties at Stocks House (which was near where I lived at the time. It was all a bit, um, hedonistic if you can possibly imagine - & the objets d'art were on the "interesting" side. It went on all night and then there was a big fried breakfast in the morning. Not really my kind of thing, tbh, but everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves hugely
Jeez.... sounds like some seriously fun stuff :smile: Probably the best party I ever went to took place about 5 years ago... it started on Thursday night and finished on Sunday... few clubs, pubs and three house parties (including one where a guy pissed on a white chair in a kitchen as he was convinced it was a toilet). When I finally made it back home I was so wasted that I couldn't open the door... it took me a really long while and few attempts to turn the key in the lock before I realised I was not holding the key :biggrin:
