Every ginger I have known
Has been able to down more alcohol than most, apart from one guy. Whether this is because of some kind of Irish drinking gene that also gets passed down with the gingerness, I don't know. Apart from one of my mates, let's call him P. This story is somewhat tangentially acquainted with being ginger.

Rewind back a few years. I'm out clubbing with mates, and we are all steadily getting pissed as newts. P is trying to match us, but as I am partly from Ireland and partly because I spent some of my teenage years drinking whereas P only started drinking fairly recently, he cannot match us. Eventually, after more drinks, it is only me, P, and two other mates, J and T left, as everyone else has either copped off or just buggered off.

We eventually leave, and call up a mate to give us a lift home because we're too cheap to get a taxi back and it is now pissing it down. The mate turns up, and we set off home, music blaring loudly, and all of us shouting at each other drunkenly.

I'm in the back with P, thankfully not in the bitch seat in the middle. I'm behind the driver, and P is on the left, behind J, who is wearing a parka. The music is really fucking loud, and to mine and T's sudden horror, P pitches forward, grabbing the back of the seat in front, and vomits copiously, yet strangely quietly, into the hood of J's parka which is hanging down. Then, being pissed up and evil bastards, we decide to say nothing.

Our mate drops us off at the end of the road, in the pouring rain, and as we all climb out of the car, J decides to pull the hood of his parka up, to protect himself from the rain...
(Ghost Atreides enjoying incontestable health benefits on, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:42, Reply)