Ugh

[HattonTheHammer]

you a tax dodger amat?

[Gandalf]

I seem to be sharing a lot of stories from my youth these days. Well, here is another.

When I was in the sixth form (school between 16 and 18 for the non-Brits) this boy brought a bottle of Ouzo that he had got from Greece to school. I wasn't friends with this kid, but he was always wanting to be my friend. In this instance he tried to be my friend again and offered to share this huge bottle over lunch time. Of course, I couldn't say no. In less than an hour the bottle was gone and I was absolutely steaming. My 'friend' went into the toilets to vomit and I had to make my way back to afternoon registration. My friends saw that I was a bit of a mess and tried to give me extra strong mints to hide my reeking ouzo breath. We had English class next and my friends eventually managed to get me out by making an excuse that we wanted to study in the library. They managed to slip me out of school and I managed to get home without a bother. I really can't recall what happened to my new 'friend' after the toilets.

That is the only time I drank on a school day. I didn't try it again.