*memory comes flooding back*...

I once vommed quite impressively after an evening of what my friends called 'Diesel' - i.e snakebit and black with a few shots of vodka on top for good measure.

Unfortunately, that very day my lunch consisted of quite a hefty portion of Lasagne...

The technicolour yawn I launched was like an explosion in a Dulux factory.

Grim.
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