24 hour drinking

Dad

It was Dad's 40th and he'd never managed a proper 24 hour drinking session before. 12 hours had been easy but 24 had eluded him until now. This is not namby pamby drinking - 1 pint an hour, it is 3 pints an hour but with plenty of water taken on board too, to avoid death.

He hired the indoor cricket centre for whom he was working and they messed up with the licensing, meaning nobody had to pay for booze. Good start! It was a good party but I don't remember too much as Will and I had drunk somewhere between 11 and 15 bottles of pills each (we were only 13).

I was awoken at 7.30am by somebody rocking the van I seemed to be sleeping in. They knew Dad apparently and said I had to go and "have a look at him", so I did. As I followed this guy up a drive and past the side of a house, an elderly couple were leaving their house on the other side of the fence, shaking their heads and looking fairly displeased, probably off to church as it was now Sunday. As I went through the gate into the back garden, I noticed why the neighbours were a little agitated. Dad was sitting in a small pond trying to catch fish, naked.

From there, he managed a further 4.5 hours solid drinking, thus getting his personal record, but then we had to leave because Dad kept answering the phone of the house by screaming down it which wasn't good for the owner's business, apparently.