Barley Wine
I thought I would really grown up at 15, not only had I got a girlfriend and bought
all my own presents but I got totally wrecked. The group of us Jack the Lads
left
I went up to the bar and
in my best fifteen year old trying to be an adult voice, said
“A pint
of Barley Wine please.”
“We don’t sell it in
pints, it only comes in third of a pint bottles”
“Well I had better have
three in the same glass please”
I was not going to be
phased by silly rules. Anyway we drunk our drinks, were thoroughly spoilt by
the people there and left after half an hour or so feeling like real men and
always will until the cold air hit us outside. When I got back home about two
hours later, I sat in the chair waiting for my parents to come home. They found
a very subdued Ralph, very drunk whose only words when asked ‘what have you
been doing’ were:
“Barley Wine mum”
Their laughter still
rings in my ears.