We were 14 and on a school trip in Italy. What else is there to do during the evening in a hotel other than sit on a balcony and get wasted on a bottle of Southern Comfort? We thought that as there were ten of us, we wouldn't get that pissed.

Just after we'd finished the bottle, another pupil rushed in to report that checks were being carried out by the teachers, including the dreaded smelling of the breath test. Cue a mad rush to the bathroom to fill our mouths with toothpaste. Apart from Baldeep, that is, who ate a load of Clearasil instead. He laughed about it at first, but retired to bed and spent the next 8 hours lying in a seething swamp of his own shit, puke and piss.
The look on Mr Brough's face when he discovered why Baldeep refused to leave his room the next day will stay with me forever. That and the chorus of "What's that smell?" when Baldeep was finally forced onto the coach.
He should have stuck to Biactol.