Bottle of that and a purple ohm…. now yer dancin’!
.
And a trip to to The Castle’s ‘Sex Kitchen’ for a night of dancin, whoops… and sweatin’ :)
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circa 1992 :)
Ultan
Ha! I probably met you there Clampers.
dav
what number is on the bottle – would only take a number 7 myself.
Murtles
It’s all fun and games when you drink a bottle of bucky by yourself and you go back into Quinnsworth (it was that long ago) to buy another then drop and smash two bottles in one of the ailses and security find you on the floor crying eating KP Disco crisps.
*cough Happened to a friend of mine…..
I drank this for the first time at Oxygen in 2010 and it was manky, but it really does get you ossified. And I do remember paying about €9 at the time.
Zaccone
Bucky has always had this image of being a cheap student-y drink, but I can never remember it being cheap in Dublin. The cheapest it was even around 2010 was usually around 10eur – way more expensive than cheap cans of beer.
Was it way cheaper in the late 90s or something? Where did the stereotype come from?
Andyourpointiswhatexactly?
Winos always had bottles of it when I was young*. You don’t see that anymore.
*You know, 5-6 years ago approx.
mexican
I distinctly remember a can of Heineken costing around 2 pounds in the mid 90s in Dunnes so I can imagine Buckfast was value for money in those days. My drink of choice was the cheapest bottle of wine costing £2.99 in old money :)
St. John Smythe
I think its the fact that it was a party in a bottle. The equivalent of drinking a few cans and taking maybe a half dose of whatever ever kind of upper you can imagine. So for the price it seemed a bargain.
Jonickal
If you want to drink first class, you’ve got to pay first class.
Buckfast is a knáckeur drink though so I’m at a loss…
Joe Small
When I worked in an off-licence it was mostly down-at-heel alcoholics who drank buckfast.
petey
tonic wine – is that ahet we call fortified wine here in the states?
Andyourpointiswhatexactly?
Yup. With added caffeine for the craic. It was made by monks: they claimed it was like a tonic. Perked you RIGHT up.
St. John Smythe
Aberdeen Table Wine
Janet, I ate my avatar
the sad thing is most alcoholics wear suits
pay thier mortgage
and are dying slowly
trapped in a circle of anxiety that is mistaken for the norm
St. John Smythe
I remember being at a party with a friend who had optimistically bought three bottles of buckfast for his own enjoyment. He promptly drank two of them in record time, smoked a few fat ones, got riotously drunk and stoned, swaying on his chair and shouting profanities, then passed out under the table.
When we were sure he was out for the night we drank the third bottle between us – for his own good you understand.
At a certain point in the very early hours he got up from under table, brushed himself off wordlessly, and with the singular comment “well, I’m never doing that again” and walked out of the apartment to home.
They know you’ll pay up! The market dictates..
More expensive on Amazon UK ( with sterling exchange ) .. not too much different in Tescos ( €14 )
https://www.tesco.ie/groceries/Product/Details/?id=255032681
How much is a normal bottle? Not a Bucky drinker myself…..
It’s 14 snots in Tesco.
Snots…
There’s something eerily accurate about that.
I have never even tried buckfast
Likewise, it looks vile.
It is a sweet nectar.
It’s delicious.
As the lady in the soup ad used to say.. ..
“you be jumpin’ round the garden” after it! *hearty laugh*
I just always associated it with culchies
And, ahem, travellers.
And New Agers.
And students.
All the lads from down Sligo way would be drinkin’ it, back in the college days.
I associated it with p*ssheads.
Much outrage, Such price
A nation of weeheads.
ah I prefer
A nation of people with limited alternatives socially through peer pressure and lack of education :)
Bottle of that and a purple ohm…. now yer dancin’!
.
And a trip to to The Castle’s ‘Sex Kitchen’ for a night of dancin, whoops… and sweatin’ :)
.
circa 1992 :)
Ha! I probably met you there Clampers.
what number is on the bottle – would only take a number 7 myself.
It’s all fun and games when you drink a bottle of bucky by yourself and you go back into Quinnsworth (it was that long ago) to buy another then drop and smash two bottles in one of the ailses and security find you on the floor crying eating KP Disco crisps.
*cough Happened to a friend of mine…..
LOL! :)
Love it :)
The monks are doing well….
I drank this for the first time at Oxygen in 2010 and it was manky, but it really does get you ossified. And I do remember paying about €9 at the time.
Bucky has always had this image of being a cheap student-y drink, but I can never remember it being cheap in Dublin. The cheapest it was even around 2010 was usually around 10eur – way more expensive than cheap cans of beer.
Was it way cheaper in the late 90s or something? Where did the stereotype come from?
Winos always had bottles of it when I was young*. You don’t see that anymore.
*You know, 5-6 years ago approx.
I distinctly remember a can of Heineken costing around 2 pounds in the mid 90s in Dunnes so I can imagine Buckfast was value for money in those days. My drink of choice was the cheapest bottle of wine costing £2.99 in old money :)
I think its the fact that it was a party in a bottle. The equivalent of drinking a few cans and taking maybe a half dose of whatever ever kind of upper you can imagine. So for the price it seemed a bargain.
If you want to drink first class, you’ve got to pay first class.
Buckfast is a knáckeur drink though so I’m at a loss…
When I worked in an off-licence it was mostly down-at-heel alcoholics who drank buckfast.
tonic wine – is that ahet we call fortified wine here in the states?
Yup. With added caffeine for the craic. It was made by monks: they claimed it was like a tonic. Perked you RIGHT up.
Aberdeen Table Wine
the sad thing is most alcoholics wear suits
pay thier mortgage
and are dying slowly
trapped in a circle of anxiety that is mistaken for the norm
I remember being at a party with a friend who had optimistically bought three bottles of buckfast for his own enjoyment. He promptly drank two of them in record time, smoked a few fat ones, got riotously drunk and stoned, swaying on his chair and shouting profanities, then passed out under the table.
When we were sure he was out for the night we drank the third bottle between us – for his own good you understand.
At a certain point in the very early hours he got up from under table, brushed himself off wordlessly, and with the singular comment “well, I’m never doing that again” and walked out of the apartment to home.