
But funnily enough doing an exact impression of the sounds I was making last week when I had the Norovirus.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 11:18, Reply)

Edit: Just seen this on the beeb:
www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-20978904
Does it remind anyone else of the portrait of Vigo in Ghostbusters?
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 11:23, Reply)

Vigo looked exactly like my childhood piano teacher.
PS I, Kate Middleton, scourge of Bolton, sorrow of Neasden, command you etc.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 11:50, Reply)

She must be delighted
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:25, Reply)

that is an absolutely horrible portrait of someone. How old is Kate, 31?
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:34, Reply)

Jesus wept. just heard about this on the radio and I now realise they were being kind about it.
It's entirely devoid of anything. It looks like something you'd see on a fucking commemorative plate marking the 25th anniversary of the first episode of Dallas. Awful.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:33, Reply)

rather my absolute apathy for anything to do with the cunting royal family....
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 13:23, Reply)

( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 11:40, Reply)

put his nose on the laptop and gave me a look like wtf is that?!
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 11:50, Reply)

(hope you're fully bonnie now)
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:00, Reply)

...it was great, I was wearing a bucket for 10 hours straight. I wanted to show my bucket off but Norovirus said, there's no fucking way you're leaving that bed bitch.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:13, Reply)

I'm not getting off on this, btw: I want to know whether the press are overplaying the symptoms.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:16, Reply)

and then the poo came. And then it was simultaneous vomit and poo, and then it was only poo. I use the term 'poo' very loosely (har har). It was pretty traumatising, even when I wasn't vomitting I still had mega stomach pain, but a day or two after I was right as rain again.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:26, Reply)

If you'd pinned me to a fence and spun me I'd have been like a Catherine Wheel. Also shivers, hallucinations, and every joint in my body felt arthritic. And my bumhole was somewhat reminiscent of a squashed blood-orange.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:21, Reply)

haha - reminds me of the time a mate of mine who is a chronic alcoholic drank white spirit in desparation. Shit just poured out of him, he resorted to cutiing two leg-holes in a bin bag, taping them airtight and wearing this as a shit collector for the rest of the day whilst crying.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:28, Reply)

I'd visited family in hospital that afternoon and gone out on the piss for the evening. Over the space of about 30 mins I went from perfectly fine to stomach cramps and uncontrollable vomiting. Got home, then the shits kicked in. Spent the next day and a half alternating between puking and shitting, feeling like death the whole time.
Couldn't face proper food until a few days after. Spent the intervening period eating soup at about a spoonful an hour.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 14:28, Reply)

our Lucifer sounds off just like that every afternoon, letting Regent's Park know who's boss
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:28, Reply)