Buckfast The vile drink of the Scottish and Irish. A mate of mine from NI just sent me this on an e-mail...made me smile If I could offer you only one tip for the future, Buckfast would be it. The long-term benefits of Buckfast have been consistently misunderstood by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own drunken experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your Buckfast. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your Buckfast until it's faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself puking in a gutter and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much Buckfast you drank and how fabulous it really was. You are not as sick as you imagine. Don't worry about where the next bottle of wine is coming from. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to pull a page three model after 4 bottles of it. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your tonic-addled mind, like the unexpected lack of bo in the fridge on some idle Tuesday. Drink one thing every day that scares you. Sing badly. Be reckless when buying other people drinks. Don't put up with people who are reckless when buying yours. Gargle. Don't waste your time on Sanatogen. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only to the bar. Make up compliments you received. Return the insults. If you don't succeed in doing this drink more Buckfast. Keep your old ring pulls. Throw away your old cans. Wretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know when you might dry-out in your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 when they would sober up. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still haven't. Get plenty of burgers out of Julies Kitchen. Don't be too kind to your liver. You'll hardly miss it when it's gone. Maybe you'll pull, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll get some bird up the duff, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll enter rehab at 40, maybe you'll dance the nude conga at your 75th University Reunion. Whatever you do, congratulate yourself far too much and berate others. Your choices are half Buckfast influenced. So are everybody else's. Enjoy someone else's body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what the lads might think of it. It's probably the only time you'll ever pull. Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but on top of a RUC Landrover with a bottle of Buckfast. Ignore the directions, don't ever follow them. Do not read beauty magazines, just cut out the pictures and put them on your wall. Get to know your parents. You never know when you'll have to tap them for some cash. Be nice to your barman. They're your best link to the bar and the person most likely to stop you getting your head kicked in by a bouncer when paralytic in the future. Understand that favourite drinks come and go, but with a precious flammable few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in strength and consistency, because the older you get, the harder it will be to down bottles like when you were young. Live in Dublin once, but leave before it makes you a ponce. Visit Armagh once, but leave before everything you own gets stolen. Dribble. Accept certain inalienable truths: Buckfast prices will rise. Bouncers will throw you out. You, too, will get a hangover. And when you do, you'll fantasise that when you were young, prices were reasonable, bouncers couldn't catch you, and hangovers were NEVER as bad as this. Respect alcoholics. Don't expect anyone else to buy you Buckfast. Maybe you'll have a huge overdraft. Maybe you'll have a wealthy bird. But you never know when either one might stop getting you pissed. Don't mess too much with alcopops or by the time you're 25 you will look like a faggot. Be careful whose Buckfast you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Southern Brown bottles of Buckfast are a form of rip-off. Dispensing it is a way of fishing old stock from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the sell-by date and re-selling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on one thing. If you have what it takes Join the Buckfast Society
its a fortified wine made in devon n drank by all scottish and irish males.....i went to visit claire up in sunny scotland, an i got made to drink it, needless to say i felt sick....but it also blew my head of n i mean my claire, not scottish_lass or claire b
rrr, sacre blue I hate that stuff but always end up drinking it when Im waisted in Scotland. Bunch of swines I have for mates.
ha ha i used to drink that when i was younger just think of that only 10 times worse!!!! And dodgy aint the word for it!
I went to Falkirk to see some lads i met on holiday in about 2001, there ritual was in the summer to get blotto on Bud and wash it down with Buckfast ! Me being the wise crack agreed.... about 2 hrs later i was in bed spewing my ring with alcoholic poisoning - could eat or fuck all Needless to say i fucked the weekend up cos that was on the fri and i retd to Newcastle with me tail between me legs ! Never ever will i have that again !
