Wasn't really one for carryoots, didn't really need too to be fair, pubs round my way were very, shall we say, family friendly at that time.
IMO one of the reasons that there's so much problems with kids causing bother now is cos that's changed and they can't get near the pubs now.

RogerTheAlien wrote:

Agree shed. Reckon kids would be more disciplined within a pub/beer tent area.

 
We started going to our local as an u13 team on a Sunday pm after games, not to drink, but parents were all there and u got used to the surroundings, so at 15 when u wanted to drink, landlord let you, pretty sure told the parents, and you new how to behave.

stobievulture wrote:

14 , fairmuir park...1985..3 tins oh harp

Always time for a cool sharp Harp
 

huntedbyafreak wrote:

2 Bottles of Southern Comfort with me and another 2 mates. Drank it with Pineappleade. Totally fucked and spewed my hoop big time. Was 14 

Even the smell of it now turns my stomach. 

After that it was either Diamond White or Becks

First time i got served in a pub i was drinking Southern Comfort and Lemonade for some bizarre reason (think i thought i looked grown-up and dead sophisticated).I wasn't.

Went hame ill and ended up huvin a whitey in the kitchen sink.have never drank the shit since,and like you even the smell of it gies me the boak.

Think i was about 16,maybe 17,hard tae mind.
 

1 bottle of Thunderburd followed by a burd with Thunder thighs, I was seeing stars afterwards,  can't say she seen the same though lol. Sure I got to sook the froth of the occasional tin o Tennants my auld man cracked open earlier but was more interested in the naked burd on the side even at the mature age of 8!

TEK wrote:

I miss the Tennent's lassies.

The Non-PC 80's were most tekel.

 

Aye especially the songs about Wullie Miller's wife TEK. Sure as FEK she wasnae on a tin though but mibbee a picture of your favourite Tennent's burd would get the Stobie vulture in the mood :-)

TEK wrote:

The Willie Miller song FAF,as was the Gough one (once he signed for The Hun)
 

Have sang both in years gone by. 

Can't say I'd belt them out now tbh. Had there time IMO
 

Quarter bottle of voddy at BB camp, was 15. Got rumbled though cos we drank them straight. My mate copped off with a lassie at the Pitlochry arcade whilst pished then when she asked to see him again he told her he had cancer and 6 months to live. The next day we were there he walked past the kiosk she worked in, took off his baseball cap and muttered "Fuck sake, thats more hair fallen out," The poor lassie burst into tears!

Andy wrote:

February 1994, 6 Becks, had just turned 15 and bought it out the corner shop at the top of the Provie Road.

Took it up the Law to drink it, was pishing with snow and we all stood at the top watching this land rover pile up the bendy road round the Law and get to the top. we thought it might be the Polis.

It parks at the monument and out steps Billy Connolly. He was filming his World Tour of Scotland series.

Great craic until it aired on the BBC and I'm sitting with my family in the living room as as the land rover sweeps round the corners its filming and there's me with a bottle of Becks in my hand.

Couldn't even pretend it wasn't me, I had a red and black striped denim jacket (fucking cringe btw) that no cunt else is their right mind would wear.

Huckled.

Haha.Now THAT is what ye call bad luck mate.

Great story though.

Andy wrote:

February 1994, 6 Becks, had just turned 15 and bought it out the corner shop at the top of the Provie Road.

Took it up the Law to drink it, was pishing with snow and we all stood at the top watching this land rover pile up the bendy road round the Law and get to the top. we thought it might be the Polis.

It parks at the monument and out steps Billy  Connolly. He was filming his World Tour of Scotland series.

Great craic until it aired on the BBC and I'm sitting with my family in the living room as as the land rover sweeps round the corners its filming and there's me with a bottle of Becks in my hand.

Couldn't even pretend it wasn't me, I had a red and black striped denim jacket (fucking cringe btw) that no cunt else is their right mind would wear.

Huckled.

 
I remember watching that, he was doing Willie Topaz McGonagall's poem 'Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay'. Billy was reciting it as the camera followed him as he was walking around the Law war memorial. It was blizzard like conditions if I mind right. That part always stuck in my mind, or maybe it was the red and black striped denim jacket in the background! 

must be about 2002ish baxter park/disc/stobie area fuck knows what it was canny mind