What age were you when you first got drunk?

14 I think, White Lightening cider absoulte paint stripper, hammered on £1.50 thought :-)

School friends starting going to a pub in a nearby town which had a habit of serving kids, when we were all 16. Consuming pints was hard going, then someone introduced me to peach schnaps. Shure t'was like OJ...... later on I lost motor functions and coherent speech. Thought I'd never come out of it!

About 10 I think, drank Harveys Bristol Cream, was fine for a few minutes then started falling around the place.

The old man put me to bed to sleep it off.

15 at a house party had 4 cans. Was a great night. Night my junior cert finished. Wasn't plastered. Just tipsy. The naggins of vodka came about 3 or 4 months later. Many a night spent down in the woods drinking.

First real p1ss up was in a local place known as the Starlight Lounge. It was in the corner of a church carpark where there were no street lights and it was hidden from the main roads. We had a four or five 2 liters of Bulmers cider and shared them out between about 8 of us. We were 15 and it was the summer of our Inter Cert (for the youngsters here that's the Junior Cert)
We walked out to a local castle ruins on the watersedge and I slipped on some seaweed I think.I don't remember much of the rest of the night. I got a massive bump on my forehead and had a major bout of the bedspins. It took some explaining to the parents the following day and I don't think they believed me at all but I didn't get into trouble for being langers the night before.
Didn't learn my lesson until about 3 years ago!

Im pretty sure I was a toddler. The gran was a great believer in brandy, whiskey and port for all childhood illnesses.

16 or 17, was working in a petrol station at the time. Sunday was the quietest day so my friend, who also worked there, and I decided that would be the day! In fairness it was a very quiet station, maybe 1 customer per hour or so. We both took an inch or so out of any bottles of spirits we could find at home or in relatives (being careful to top up with water!), mixed the whole lot together into 2 500ml coke bottles...Also prepared about 10 packets of silver mints to cover the breath smell so no one would know we had been drinking...oh the innocence...

Started about 1pm, just after the post mass rush of 3 cars was over. We poured out a good sized shot each and downed them off the head, just like the cowboys in the movies. Waited a while and nothing happened so had another, and another and another. Soon the bottles were empty but neither of us felt what we thought drunk should feel like, we took to running around the pump island to get the blood flowing and see if that would help...we needed to get drunk and then sober before going home at 6 so were trying to speed the process up...

I think I was the first to start puking. A car came in for petrol and I crunched down on a few silver mints to freshen the breath. Was feeling a bit wobbly but got a tenners worth into yer mans car, first puke just as he pulled out.

Things sort of degenerated after that, don't remember a whole lot of the rest of the afternoon. Do remember a guy looking for a full tank, things were really getting sloppy at that stage and I was leaning on the filler nozzle to keep myself sort of standing which resulted in the nozzle getting jammed in the filler pipe. Took a few good yanks to get it out, when it did come out it did so suddenly and I fell over backwards with a spray of petrol following me. The rest of the afternoon was a mixture of crunching silver mints and puking silver mints and stomach lining...was a very long time before I touched spirits again...

I was about 3 or 4

Helped myself to the dads bottle of Old Spice.

Had to got to Temple Street. My mam still slags me to this day about it.