Longest drinking session?
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Years ago was on the Isle of Man for the motorcycle racing. The clouds decended one morning, there was no racing so we just had a pint. Then another. Eventually we found a pool table. It got dark. It got light. The beer somehow stopped having an effect.
This comes from working with someone who missed a nights sleep every week deliberately. So for him it was nothing to drink through the night instead of sleeping and he was happy to lead us astray. Quite a few times, especially when we were attending trade events, we would use the mini bars and night service to keep the session going across 2 days. Never got to drink through a second consecutive night though.
This comes from working with someone who missed a nights sleep every week deliberately. So for him it was nothing to drink through the night instead of sleeping and he was happy to lead us astray. Quite a few times, especially when we were attending trade events, we would use the mini bars and night service to keep the session going across 2 days. Never got to drink through a second consecutive night though.
About 4 years ago at uni one Christmas we started on Thursday lunchtime, drank until friday without sleep, then went to sleep for about 6 hours on friday night - got up and started again Saturday early doors still pissed as newts. Eventually finished in a bar on saturday night/sunday morning (the same bar that my mate had called in sick from work at that morning - we were all so pissed we didnt realise the implications - he got fired).
Ahhh... happy days.
Longest session these, more humaine, days - about 13 hours (work christmas lunch).
Ahhh... happy days.
Longest session these, more humaine, days - about 13 hours (work christmas lunch).
had a quiet Friday night before a large Saturday watching rugby once. Had 12 pints on Friday night, then up at 10am on Saturday, into a pub at 11am, drank until 5am on Sunday morning. Felt OK on the Sunday, so had a couple at lunchtime, but hangover kicked in Sunday evening, and lasted until Weds night / Thursday morning.
Between the 6 or 7 of us:
Total pints of beer consumed Friday 6pm - Sunday 3pm: 46 each
Number of kebabs eaten: more than 1 each
Total pairs of trousers ruined: 3
Goalposts on Blackheath Common moved to middle of pitch: 2
Cautions by police: 1 each
Shopping trolleys used for go kart racing: 3
Arms broken: 1
Collar bones broken: 1
Items of street furniture arranged throughout the garden of our house the next morning: approx 35
Ladies pulled: 0
I WAS a student though, and we regularly tried the 50 pint challenge - 50 pints between friday evening and Sunday evening. 46 was as close as we ever got, and I suspect some of them were cheating - pouring beer into flower pots, drinking Kaliber when it was their round etc etc.
Aahh...happy days...
Between the 6 or 7 of us:
Total pints of beer consumed Friday 6pm - Sunday 3pm: 46 each
Number of kebabs eaten: more than 1 each
Total pairs of trousers ruined: 3
Goalposts on Blackheath Common moved to middle of pitch: 2
Cautions by police: 1 each
Shopping trolleys used for go kart racing: 3
Arms broken: 1
Collar bones broken: 1
Items of street furniture arranged throughout the garden of our house the next morning: approx 35
Ladies pulled: 0
I WAS a student though, and we regularly tried the 50 pint challenge - 50 pints between friday evening and Sunday evening. 46 was as close as we ever got, and I suspect some of them were cheating - pouring beer into flower pots, drinking Kaliber when it was their round etc etc.
Aahh...happy days...
I went out on friday night, staggered through the door at 11am on saturday to be met by my gf insisting on going car shopping. So I quickly cleansed myself of my night's excesses while she made me a bacon ciabatta, headed out, got back and was denied sleep as we are due at a party at 7. I didn't get back 'til 4am 
The funny thing was I didn't feel nearly as bad as I should have done and only slept for 7 hours. It just felt weird that I'd missed a night's sleep and when asked what I'd done on the friday I couldn't work out where it started and ended.
The funny thing was I didn't feel nearly as bad as I should have done and only slept for 7 hours. It just felt weird that I'd missed a night's sleep and when asked what I'd done on the friday I couldn't work out where it started and ended.
Went on a 7 day binge once with 2 mates, using his parents holiday home in a quiet devon village. 2 of us managed 120 units, the third 110 (he also won most spews award).
Highlights include asking the bartender to find us some hot lesbian witches (yes, we had just watched buffy...) closely followed by falling off the barstool.
Then there was the fry up making in the morning - one guy was supposed to be doing the eggs and he didnt realise hed used one of those blender jugs - without any bottom! he lifted it off the table hed been resting it on and then looked most confused and hungover as the yolks drifted around the floor.
Then there was the drunken river crossing. One morning we went for a walk while we sobered up as we needed to drive to get food. We needed (ok, decided it would be fun) to cross a river, but the only crossing point was a rotten looking branch forming an arch over the river. I did the hanging upside down from it with my legs wrapped round it and got almost all the way across before it snapped. I grabbed for the trunk on the far side as I started to fall, and got it, which was good except for the fact that some lovely person had wrapped the trunk in barbed wire. ouch.
Highlights include asking the bartender to find us some hot lesbian witches (yes, we had just watched buffy...) closely followed by falling off the barstool.
Then there was the fry up making in the morning - one guy was supposed to be doing the eggs and he didnt realise hed used one of those blender jugs - without any bottom! he lifted it off the table hed been resting it on and then looked most confused and hungover as the yolks drifted around the floor.
Then there was the drunken river crossing. One morning we went for a walk while we sobered up as we needed to drive to get food. We needed (ok, decided it would be fun) to cross a river, but the only crossing point was a rotten looking branch forming an arch over the river. I did the hanging upside down from it with my legs wrapped round it and got almost all the way across before it snapped. I grabbed for the trunk on the far side as I started to fall, and got it, which was good except for the fact that some lovely person had wrapped the trunk in barbed wire. ouch.
6 of us did a 43 hour straight session (with chemical assistance) - included trips to three countries (Lux, Belgium and France), 9 ladies, three police incidents, two fights, one car crash, one "unpleasant" disease, and one chap managed to set fire to himself...
Ahh - to be a student again!
Ahh - to be a student again!
My tolerance to alcohol has gone down over the years to the point where, when I was 16, I could drink 8 pints at a party and now I'll manage 4 (plus all the free cocktails).
It actually depends on what I'm drinking. Jack Daniel's - one glass hospitalises me, but vodka & lemonade/coke and I can keep going all night. Also, I can drink way more pints of bitter than I can lager.
Longest drinking binge? Probably the one round at my cousin's a while back. Lasted from about 4 one Saturday afternoon to somewhere round 8 the next morning. Lost track of all the beer we got through, but somewhere along the line was a kebab that tasted like napalm, and, more worryingly, a dodgy-looking van pulled up outside at one point in the middle of the night, and there was a bloke in the garden trying to break in, though I think, in an example of drunken foolhardiness, we scared him off.
Looking back now, I think if we hadn't been so drunk things might have actually taken a turn for the worse.
It actually depends on what I'm drinking. Jack Daniel's - one glass hospitalises me, but vodka & lemonade/coke and I can keep going all night. Also, I can drink way more pints of bitter than I can lager.
Longest drinking binge? Probably the one round at my cousin's a while back. Lasted from about 4 one Saturday afternoon to somewhere round 8 the next morning. Lost track of all the beer we got through, but somewhere along the line was a kebab that tasted like napalm, and, more worryingly, a dodgy-looking van pulled up outside at one point in the middle of the night, and there was a bloke in the garden trying to break in, though I think, in an example of drunken foolhardiness, we scared him off.
Looking back now, I think if we hadn't been so drunk things might have actually taken a turn for the worse.
ettore said:
6 of us did a 43 hour straight session (with chemical assistance) - included trips to three countries (Lux, Belgium and France), 9 ladies, three police incidents, two fights, one car crash, one "unpleasant" disease, and one chap managed to set fire to himself...
Ahh - to be a student again!
Are you Shawn Ryder?
ettore said:
6 of us did a 43 hour straight session (with chemical assistance) - included trips to three countries (Lux, Belgium and France), 9 ladies, three police incidents, two fights, one car crash, one "unpleasant" disease, and one chap managed to set fire to himself...
Ahh - to be a student again!
My stag weekend, Blackpool. I thought it'd be a cool place for my mates over here and my mates from home (Northern Ireland) to meet. It was!
Arrived @ 9pm on the Friday, left our stuff in the hotel and hit the bars & amusement arcades straight away. Ended up in Sinless, awesome place. £5 a dance and £2.50 a pint!
Left there at 11pm, headed back to the hotel, which had a 24 hour bar with pool table. We were the only ones in it, so it was like a private party. I finished at 4.30am, but a few stayed until about 6.
Got up at 8am, had a fry-up then went for a walk along the promenade. Did a bungy-jump off the crane on the pier, hit the bars at 11am then went to the Pleasure Beach. Spent the day there, having pints between each ride.
We ended up playing a 7-player Star Wars game, one of the group passed out mid-game. We were all so engrossed that we only noticed when he collapsed forward and smacked his face on the console he was sitting at. The thud was hard to miss.
Headed back to the hotel to freshen up, met again at 7pm in the bar. Had a couple more pints then headed out for a curry and more beers. Went to a couple of bars and one club but they were all packed and without much of an atmosphere for whatever reason.
We decided to head back to the hotel bar at about 10.30pm, where we were again the only people there. That probably sounds pretty sad given it was a Saturday night and a stag do, however we had 16 fellas, our own private bar looking out on to the promenade, a pool table, juke box & Sky TV. Class.
As the night went on we saw LOADS of fights outside, so I reckon we'd probably made the right decision.
I carried on until about 4.30am again then went to bed. Got up at 9am for breakfast and 2 of the group (including my best man) were missing. It turned out that they hadn't slept in their beds either. We went to the bar and there they were, still playing pool & drinking vodka and Red Bull, ratarsed.
I didn't start drinking again as I had to travel back but my mates from home weren't getting the ferry back until midnight. They started again (the 2 others carried on as they were) and continued drinking until it was time to head for Heysham.
More beers were drank on the ferry, which arrived in Belfast at about 6am. My best man had drank pretty much solidly from Saturday morning until 6am Monday morning, with no sleep and about 4 hours on the Friday.
He told me afterwards that the only reason he did it was because he got to the stage that when he stopped drinking, he started to feel the effects of a hangover kicking in so he was trying to prolong it.
When he got home he had to take 3 days off work.
Arrived @ 9pm on the Friday, left our stuff in the hotel and hit the bars & amusement arcades straight away. Ended up in Sinless, awesome place. £5 a dance and £2.50 a pint!
Left there at 11pm, headed back to the hotel, which had a 24 hour bar with pool table. We were the only ones in it, so it was like a private party. I finished at 4.30am, but a few stayed until about 6.
Got up at 8am, had a fry-up then went for a walk along the promenade. Did a bungy-jump off the crane on the pier, hit the bars at 11am then went to the Pleasure Beach. Spent the day there, having pints between each ride.
We ended up playing a 7-player Star Wars game, one of the group passed out mid-game. We were all so engrossed that we only noticed when he collapsed forward and smacked his face on the console he was sitting at. The thud was hard to miss.
Headed back to the hotel to freshen up, met again at 7pm in the bar. Had a couple more pints then headed out for a curry and more beers. Went to a couple of bars and one club but they were all packed and without much of an atmosphere for whatever reason.
We decided to head back to the hotel bar at about 10.30pm, where we were again the only people there. That probably sounds pretty sad given it was a Saturday night and a stag do, however we had 16 fellas, our own private bar looking out on to the promenade, a pool table, juke box & Sky TV. Class.
As the night went on we saw LOADS of fights outside, so I reckon we'd probably made the right decision.
I carried on until about 4.30am again then went to bed. Got up at 9am for breakfast and 2 of the group (including my best man) were missing. It turned out that they hadn't slept in their beds either. We went to the bar and there they were, still playing pool & drinking vodka and Red Bull, ratarsed.
I didn't start drinking again as I had to travel back but my mates from home weren't getting the ferry back until midnight. They started again (the 2 others carried on as they were) and continued drinking until it was time to head for Heysham.
More beers were drank on the ferry, which arrived in Belfast at about 6am. My best man had drank pretty much solidly from Saturday morning until 6am Monday morning, with no sleep and about 4 hours on the Friday.
He told me afterwards that the only reason he did it was because he got to the stage that when he stopped drinking, he started to feel the effects of a hangover kicking in so he was trying to prolong it.
When he got home he had to take 3 days off work.
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