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Shown cold shtober

Thish sheemsh like an ecshellent time to dishcussh the effectsh of alcohol. I wash asshured upon leaving the party I shpent the evening at that I "looked pisshed", sho I think I know what I'm talking about (if not, thish posht will do a rapid disshappearing act in the morning). Ash I shaid to my shishter (why is my family alwaysh involved in any ecsheshive alcohol conshumption?), I shushpect that after the firsht glassh, alcohol hash very little effect on me beyond the shoporific. That firsht glassh, however, doesh create an intereshting "veil" betwicsht mind and body - whilsht I can shtill think fairly normally, theresh a notishable delay in communicayshunsh with the resht of me (depending on shircumshtanshesh - bubbly on an empty shtomach worksh fasht, wine with a meal ish shlow).

Here endeth the firsht drunken esshay, Time for bed...
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You have neglected to use the phrase "I'm afwaid... I was... tewwibly... tewwibly... dwunk."

Not actually sure I've ever seen you with more in you than the statutory single glass served at the Roy Griffiths Room, possibly a couple of top-ups at Warden's Drinks or the like. You weren't even far gone at the Keble Ball in '95, which rather seems to defeat the purpose of the exercise. (Er, like I'm one to talk.)
Hey, I'm pretty impressed that I was able to keep up the shlurred shpeech for the whole thing ;-) I'm not so sure that the though process came across clearly, but as noted in the previous post, that happens even when I'm entirely awake and sober...

It's unsurprising that you've never notice me ... uh ... "less than sober" on the grounds that it only happens rarely - family events (so not anywhere near college) an Babblings (return from London to recover) were about the only causes during The Keble Years. Hang on, what about Blinds when that finally happened in the third year - I distinctly remember being the worse for wear after that. And after that, you may recall I was dating an Evangelical Teetotaller, so I wasn't drinking anyway.
Just how young were you at the time of that one, mmh? :-)

I don't remember much about Blinds, except that I led an escape party back to the ranch fairly early on. (I also vaguely recall reports that it broke up in acrimony - or was it in Marston? - not very long at all after I left.)
I have no idea how young. It was just one of a bunch of passport-size photos I salvaged last time I was at my parents' - most of the rest of which would make pretty good blackmail material.

I think I probably bailed at the same time as you - I certainly don't remember staying very long (it was more the "quality" than the quantity of the booze that was the problem). Oh, and Headington, I think.