"Southern Comfort & lemonade" that's my puke drink, the one I can't touch. Good choice looking back, I know people for whom it's red wine, what a tragedy. On the whole Harp, cheap cider, martini rosso (classy), lambrusco (back when screw caps were still a bad thing on wine), thunderbird *gags a bit*, oh lets face it, anything I could get hold of. Luckily a few months before I was 16 a few pubs opened their doors to us and we could join the world of Greene King ales and bad lager.