Six Easter drinking games to make it a proper piss-up of a holiday

EASTER is less popular with Brits than Christmas or other bank holidays because it’s not a licence to get totally shitfaced. Here’s how to liven it up with games involving alcohol abuse.

Drink Murder

Easter is a pretty serious occasion, so begin with this calm and quiet game, which is essentially wink murder but, as it says on the tin, with drinking. If you have religious relatives staying who ask why you’ve cracked open a Stella at 10am on Good Friday, tell them you are paying your respects to Jesus, who was cruelly murdered by Pontius Pilate.

Drunk Jenga

Get your Jenga set and write instructions on the back of the pieces, for example ‘Down your entire drink’ or ‘Have two shots of sambuca’. Sounds easy, right? It is, until you make it Easter-themed by playing it at the back of a church during the sermon. You might get in trouble, but don’t worry, Jesus won’t mind. He liked a glass of wine.

Truth or Drink

The perfect family game, if you want to rake up long-buried family dramas with the added accelerant of a few bottles of wine over lunch. Ask Uncle Dave why his secretary had to mysteriously leave his office in the 80s and was later seen about town with a baby, and watch him either break down in tears or down a large glass of Merlot. Fun either way.

Beer Pong

The classic. Set up a table with lots of cups full of various alcoholic beverages, and try to bounce a ball into your opponent’s cup. But as it’s Easter, use Cadbury Creme Eggs instead of ping pong balls, and eat those as well as downing the drinks. Last team to vomit wins.

Roxanne

An easy one for people who have already had a couple: play the song Roxanne by The Police, and take a drink every time you hear the name ‘Roxanne’. Unfortunately, this does necessitate listening to Sting singing, so feel free to change it something tangentially related to Easter, such as Nine Inch Nails.

Never Have I Ever

If you want to learn more about your nearest and dearest, suggest a round of this at 1am on Easter Monday when everyone is plastered. If you’ve been dying to find out what really happened to your sister in Magaluf last year, pose the statement ‘Never have I ever thrown up while being orally pleasured in a nightclub’. But on your own head be it if your mum is the one taking a big swig of her gin.