Now Old Enough

In my eighteenth year I just discovered the dubious delights of drink I had been looking forward to the monthly dance at the Foxlydiate hotel but in an innocuous little mixture called 'barley plus', a bottle of barely wine with a pint of bitter chaser,  I discovered a hitherto unknown self, supremely confident and a superb dancer. In fact I had been briefly involved in a dancing display with a gorgeous looking Irish girl until I stumbled and crashed into some tables and was violently sick. After clearing my head outside I began the difficult journey back to the ballroom, it was never completed.

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