Last holiday with my folks when I was 16. Was in Ipsos in Corfu. There was a 18-30 hotel next to us which shared our pool so I ended up hanging around with a bunch of Irish lads on the last week. These 2 lassies from Surrey kept tagging along the last few nights then on the last night the 2 lassies plus me and one of the irish lads went down to the beach. He fucked off with the fat one somewhere and done the deed. Was pretty pished, was like 4am or something. Started winching this burd who to my memory was pretty tidy, 20 year old as well. Moved along the beach, done the deed which for her being 20, I was probably shite not having a clue what I was doing except going for it like the home straight in the 400m .
Anyway, story gets better. Within 5 mins of pulling my kegs back on, must've been about 5am by this point and kept on getting hearing stones getting chucked at us from the Road before one eventually hit me. So I turned round and shouted f**k OFF!! Next thing I heard was "DON'T YOU TELL YER DAD TO f**k OFF!". Almost shat myself, the burd done a runner and I walked home with my Dad who surprisingly wasn't raging.
Woke up at 9am for my transfer with my maw raging and my auld man trying to avoid looking proud of me
Then went a 2 year dry spell after that! With the exception of a blowie by a mates sister at a House Party in Shawlands before I passed out.
Weird to think this was when I was 16, and with my Son being 12 1/2, in 4 years time he'll be reaching the same stage of his life