The Millennium

On the Millenium whilst most people were getting excited about the celebrations,the real Edward Wells a few mates and I were deciding which local establishment would facilitate our underage drinking. The choices were few but we managed to whittle it down to one local Public house that looked almost exactly like and old Barn. Incase we would be refused or found out, we ensured that we all had a good drink before we arrived. Most evenings the amount we had already consumed would have been enough, but this was the millennium, nothing would be enough. After a short walk we arrived at the Barn like building and began our mission. It was very busy, so much so that none of us 17 year olds were considered for the embarrassment no ID would bring. So we began. It still remains unclear the volume of alcohol consumed that night, but just before the clock were to herald a new millennium in, shots were ordered and delivered. In that short time Edward mutated from a delightfully intoxicated minor, to a sleeping baby. Incidentally he was sleeping next to a cot and several other sleeping children, which theoretically he still was. Laughter turned to horror as we believed he may die there on the cold floor, having not seen an individual quite this drunk before, so we took action. The emergency services were called and an ambulance for Ed arrived. He was taken to the local hospital and I don’t think I spoke to him for two days. I spent the night sleeping in a shopping trolley under a local flyover and awoke with an arse like graph paper. Best New Years ever.