Bought a couple of bottles of Olde English cider for me and my two friends when I was just 14
We were completely ****hed by the time we'd reached the end of the supermarket car-park and I was crawling on my hands and knees! We met my friend and her boyfriend and all, to this day, I can remember about him is that he had very dark, bushy eyebrows
We made it to the youth club and proceeded to throw up in their loos
My folks came to collect me (having been called by the club) and I sat very quietly in the car. Nothing was said. My lesson had been learnt
I never drank cider again until about 10 years after!
Now rum....