I remember 16 at an exam results party our entire year went to at a rugby clubhouse. I remember drinking smurfing awful alcopops and trout like Bacardi Breezers because they were cool when you were 16 (ugh ugh ugh) and puking over a railing. I ended up being the more sober of me and my friend after that, who I had to drag home at 1-2 am, I don't remember. He was going up to random houses on the street, banging on the door and screaming, in his best Tim Curry, "HELLOOOOOO! I'M NIGEL THORNBERRY!"