Hic!

Parents look away now. (bet they don’t) Meg admits to ‘learning about alcohol‘ when she was in her teens, and I thought it about time that I come clean as well. My first illicit experience with alcohol — other than a shandy or two with my parents agreement — was at the tender age of 15. I was helping out at a Boys Brigade dance, looking after the cloakroom with two other boys, Scott and David. Now Scott was one of those boys who just seemed older and more mature than everyone. He smoked, he swore, he was pretty popular at the time. That night, as we sat in a tiny room cloakroom completely bored out of our minds, he …

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