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Was allowed to have wine every Christmas. Was allowed to 'taste' beer at various stages of life, always hated. My brother and I shared a bottle of Perry when I was 16 and he was 14 - bought by my Dad. I was allowed to go to the pub to celebrate leaving school at 16, got terribly drunk on Cider and Blacks and suffered the next day (learning a valuable lesson that I would learn many times again).

Needless to say, my younger brother got away with much more than I did - he was a regular at the Sports Complex bar at 16.

My Dad did the old home-brew years back and would let me watch and sometimes sample the wares - mostly horrible as I recall.

If he went out and worked and I went with him, sometimes people would give him a beer and he always let me have a sip. I know I didn't like the taste but it was all part of the Dad-Son relationship so did it without fail (I was about 6 I think).

To this day, I still don't really like the taste of beer and only drink it to be a social sheep I think.

My Mum, age around 2 weeks. I must have been the worst baby I never slept. Mum says she always put a drop of whiskey in my last bottle at night & then I'd sleep. That's what she always tells me anyway. lol
Janet

Dad always let me "sip" his drinks at home.
When I turned 16, I was allowed to go with him to the pub.
I like a drink but can take it or leave it as far as alcohol is concerned.
I think too, that being introduced to alcohol at an earlier age takes the mystery out of it, and there's no "Oh my, I'm 21 I have to get drunk now!" attitude!

Growing up in a brewing town, we started drinking pretty early. There was, of course, the scotch & warm milk trick when ill & very young (I love scotch to this day!). Weekends from age 8 or so always involved a drive in the countryside with a spot of lunch in a pub, where a shandy or two was allowed.
By age 14 there were three or four pubs around town that welcomed our business, and we never looked back. None of us were binge drinkers, as alcohol was always available if wanted & rarely (if ever) forbidden.

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For the first 22 years of my life I lived next door to the local and as a 8 or 9 year old it was my job to go to the back door of the pub and bring home a quart of shandy for the Sunday lunch.

I can't remember the last time I had a beer and the amount of alcohol I've drunk in the last 12 months would just about fill a pint pot. Also since the age of 14 I've never smoked.

sensibly parents
insensibly the scouts (venture scouts to be exact, but baden-powell's gooody-goodies none the less)

grin

Nobody taught me from the age of about 8 i was rebelling from my parents control and drinking seemed to be the easiest ( sin ) thier words not mine , to indulge in .There was a few pubs in our niegbourhood and as soon as i found a way to taste the forbidden brew i became an instant user and have never looked back ,althou in my later years i tend to just have a drink at home on the front porch or when watching tv in the privacy of my home .

Jesus

lol

I was, apparently, drinking my mum's sherry whilst her back was turned cooking the sunday dinner when I was about 2!

As kids, both my sister and I were permitted a small wine with special event meals (often homebrewed by a Great Aunt - what we drank was less for the adults to suffer! - come to think of it that may be why I dont care for red wine eek )

Paul

PS Annie if you want some help with that 12 yr old grin

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maczippy I'm surprised you haven't mentioned how great a driver you become after a few pints ??? ??? ??? ???

Quote:On 2002-01-17 09:59, Pollywolly wrote:
maczippy: I'm surprised you haven't mentioned how great a driver you become after a few pints ??? :???: :???: :???:

Why do you persist in your stupid tiny minded goading David Hughlock? You're not even funny.

Having spent 6 months in hospital as a result of being hit off of my motorcycle at the age of 17 by a drink driver I find nothing more abhorrant the DD. I hate MADD for their quasi religous ranting about alcohol (which you are most likely one of their leading members :lol: ), but you'll never catch me even looking at booze if I have to drive.

Now, if you haven't go anything worthwhile to say David Hughlock (obvious by the repeated copy and pastings of nonsensical new articles), then don't say it.

Andrew

Good one Andrew
In 1984 I lost my second baby to a drink (not over the limit)driver, who's name was Mr Merry.
I think if people saw what havoc they cause it would almost eliminate DUI's
Sensible people hand over their keys!


Julie