13, my on/off girlfriend managed to find a shop that would sell alchohol to anyone regardless of age. Thank the low moral compass of the pakistani small business owner for my first drunken fumble, I owe you one Mr Patel.
It was Lambrusco Rose, not my choice but it got the job done and got my fingers fishy.
Around about the same time I went through the stage of 'a bit of this and a bit of that' cocktail of various spirits that I robbed from my parent's drinks cabinet. One day my Dad realised i'd been stealing his grog, tracked us down in the woods and poured away my drink. It was only later he realised it was best part of the whole bottle of his beloved Reme Martin that he'd angrily tipped into the stream.