"We nipped in for one, landlord locks the door, and suddenly it's a lock-in. Three pints later we're belting Oasis while someone raids the crisps behind the bar."
"There’s a knees-up at the social club Saturday, innit. DJ’s on, cheap pints, and Dave’s already practising his dance like he’s dodging puddles on the Tube."
"By the time the best man hit his third supposedly short speech, Uncle Gaz was sloshed, hugging strangers, calling the DJ a legend, and nicking sausage rolls."
"He turned up half-cut at pre-drinks, chatting absolute nonsense, tried ordering a doner on an app, then remembered it was Tuesday and he was still in his lanyard."
"Shitfaced, meaning incredibly drunk. Alternatively, you can also say wasted. Whew, what's got you all drowsy this morning? Oh man, you have no idea. Last night I went to a party and got completely shitfaced."
"Gaz was throwing shapes in Popworld, arms windmilling like a helicopter. Everyone was howling till he clipped a pint and nearly body-checked some random."
"We lashed into the chipper after the pub, sauce everywhere."
Voices of the people
Theory is all well and good, but what we really love is hearing people in their natural flow. If you know a good one from where you're from, bring it. And if it's already here, give it your voice. We build the sound map together.