Comments on: The secret places alcoholics stash booze

By: slerpy

slerpy — Mon, 05 Apr 2010 00:36:58 +0000

when i was a kid i use to hide vodka in a bag in my toy box. one time i went in halves with my friend for a case of absinthe i was kinda lazy and also strategic i hid it in an obvious place by the wall in my room in the footy bag. was there for about a month whilst i was taking out a little flask of absinthe when ever needed. until one time my room had become really messy and my mum decided to clean up a little bit, i then came home to a huge lecture with my rents horrified that i had 4 bottles of 65% absinthe for myself. lol

By: Tom Gerard

Tom Gerard — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 01:51:58 +0000

Well,
my wife really surprised me tonight. She used to get upset when I wanted to take a look at our kids old soft toys in the childrens bedroom cupboard. Well, out popped a 1/2 bottle of vodka tonight from under teddy in the cupboard, after a tip off from my six year old that there was something funny going on with Mum and that cupboard.

Well, interesting times lie ahead. Explains why she keeps falling over at night, and had me convinced she was exhausted from minding the kids.

By: Emvee

Emvee — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 12:35:29 +0000

At school the girls hid vodka bottles in knee-length socks beneath flared trousers. On school trips I employed the traditional pillowcase full of booze on a rope out of the window. I also used to stash booze in municipal flower beds and bushes around Walsall to avoid taking it home…some of it is probably still there.

These days a can of beer in my pocket going into the cinema is about my limit…just remember to cough loudly to cover the sound of it opening…

By: B-Bop

B-Bop — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 07:29:03 +0000

I do the water bottle filled with vodka somedays to get through work, my missus has found all my home based hidey holes (bless ‘er cotton socks). In fact she’s a near professional now with a nose for vodka like a bloodhound. Damnit!

By: Dan

Dan — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 07:30:22 +0000

While at the uni, it was allowed to get your cup of coffee in the amphitheaters. I’d drink the coffee quick, then refill with vodka. Then listen blissfully while slowly sipping vodka.

At cafes and pubs: vodka in my backpack, soda or beer on table.

At the office: rum in my desk’s top drawer. Mix with coffee, blissfully listen to coworkers while slowly sipping rum coffee all day long.

Then moved to working at home and making more money, all that hiding lost its appeal. But I still hide some small bottle of vodka in my wife’s purse at the movies.

By: DogByte

DogByte — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 19:31:21 +0000

Mrs Dog and I used to top up with cocktails at The Hampshire in Leicester Sq, then, before indulging in celluloid fantasy, pop over to the dodgy kiosk on the other side of the Square to exchange our sixpences for a pocketful of vodka miniatures. Inside the cinema, we’d get a giant Coke and giggle our way through the film.

We were seriously f*cking stupid when living in London – but we’re all growed up now and don’t do that sort of thing any more. Oh no.

By: Thrillhouse

Thrillhouse — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 17:02:02 +0000

I do the “put red wine into grape Gatorade bottle” method when going out into public. Gimlets in a ginger ale bottle is a nice one too. I tried hollowing out a bible once too to store a flask. It was for novelty purposes.

By: Beth

Beth — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 15:44:07 +0000

I heard once that someone in head office seemed really healthy, cos he was constantly eating oranges. Except he didn’t look particularly healthy – possibly because every morning he was injecting oranges with vodka. Could be an urban myth I suppose…

By: The Chriddler

The Chriddler — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 14:43:56 +0000

I’m sure I read somewhere that Keith Chegwin used to stash booze in the frame of his mountain bike. Or did I dream it?

By: Andy G

Andy G — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 14:40:05 +0000

Yes, my father perfected the gin-in-a-bottle-of-pop routine.

His favourite restaurant once even presented him with a case of ginger ale on his birthday, thinking he loved it so.

In fact, he was wantonly boozing on their premises, corkage-free.