My last dealings with home brew was New Year’s Eve 1990…..As good student types we had a brew that in all honesty wasn’t quite ready in the airing cupboard. In we all came after the student union closed….whereby my mate decides to bet (against himself) that he couldn’t drink x5 pints of his own brew within 5 mins (as you do when already half cut). Anyhow…..he does it and everyone toddles off to bed. Fast forward about an hour…on waking up I can hear a women obviously upset. Imagine the scene….home brew man is as naked as a bobcat and being showered down in the bathroom. He’s only woken up bursting for a pee, walked into another blokes room (who’s brought a lady friend back) and hosed her face down

before doing the same to her pile of clothes

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……completely blotto obviously. At breakfast she was alright about it

adding it was the golden laser arching off of her forehead and splattering up the wall that woke her up at all



. She went up in my estimation after that, I’d always found a bit snotty beforehand.