0 - Stone cold sober. Brain as sharp as an army bayonet.

1 - Still sober. Pleasure senses activated. Feeling of well-being.

2 - Lager warming up head. Mshikakis are ordered. Barmaid complimented on choice of blouse.

3 - Crossword in newspaper is filled in. After a while blanks are filled with random letters and numbers.

4 - Barmaid complimented on choice of bra. Partially visible when bending to wipe the table. Try to instigate conversation about bras. Order half a dozen sticks of mshikaki one by one.

5 - Have brilliant discussion with guy on the next bar stool. Devise fool-proof scheme for winning over the beautiful lady that you met that morning in a mathree, sort out Denno Umash's defense problems.

6 - Feel like a Demi-God. Map out rest of life on cocktail napkin. Realize that everybody loves you. Call parents and tell them you love them. Call girlfriend to tell her you love her and she still has an amazing ass.

7 - Send drinks over to woman sitting at table with boyfriend. No reaction. Scribble out message of love on five cocktail napkins and Frisbee them to her across the room. Boyfriend asks you outside. You buy him his favourite brand.

8 - Some slurring. Offer to buy drinks for everyone in the room. Lots of people say yes. Go round the bar hugging them one by one. Fall over. Get up.

9 - Head-ache kicks in. Guiness tastes off. Send it back. Next bottle comes back tasting the same. Say, "That's much better". Fight nausea by trying to play old Pool game for ten minutes before seeing out of order sign.

10 - Some doubling of vision. Stand on table shouting abuse at all four bartenders. Talked down by bartender's girlfriends, who you offer to give a baby to. Fall over. Get up. Fall over. Impale head on corner of table. Fail to notice oozing head wound.

11 - Speech no longer possible. Eventually manage to find door. Sit and take stock. Realize you are sitting in pub cellar, having taken a wrong turning. Vomit. Pass out.

12 - Put in cab by somebody. Give home address. Taken home. Can't get key in door. Realize you've given address of your local gym. Generally pleased at way evening has gone. Pass out again.

....then you have never drunk...!!!!

stage no. 6 is a perfect one for macreggae!!!

Number twelve should be replaced by this old one.Dude gets home slugged and hops into bed.A few hours later,he wakes up pressed and grops in the dark to the loo.Hops back to bed and wakes up the missus;

Dude: Kwani muliweka automatic switch kwa mlango ya loos?
Memsaf: Why?
Dude: Nikifungua mlango,taa inawaka.Nikifunga,inazima
Memsaf: Umekojoa kwa fridge.