Tescos
Several months ago. The fine people at tescos were offering a rather swanky 2-4-1 deal on theme park tickets when more than £10 is spent. So as pikey students this seemed like a fine day out on the cheep. A bunch of us save our vouchers and then load up into a bunch of cars and fly mob handed down to Thorpe Park.

I love[d] scary rides, however old age (22 for fuck sake) seems to have got the better of my stomach and inner ears and I cant deal with much in the way of fast, rotatory movement. I was coming off every ride in a sweat and feeling like I was going to hurl. Luckily to make me feel like less of a pansy my chum whom we shall call Mr. Morgan as that is what his father is also called, was afflicted with the same weak constitution.

We bravely soldiered on, going on every ride we could despite the fact it made us feel like shit until it was home time. We pile into the cars again and make our way home. It just so happened that I was in Morgan's car (with 2 other gents all in our pants, due to our clothes being wet from the log flume, but that information is of no relevance. I just wanted to add to the comedy). Anyway over the M25 we go, rush hour traffic, not too bad. When Morgan announces he is feeling really rough. Being the good Samaritan, I offer to drive. We pull over swap round and continue on our journey.

Around the Junction of Enfield Morgan's guts can take no more and he starts violently vomiting out the window. The sight of it spraying on the back window and the sound of the other passengers laughing, is something I will never forget.

My guilty secret* is despite trying to be sympathetic. I really found it the funniest thing ever.



*Its not really a secret as I was on the verge of losing bowl control due to laughing.

A real secret would be that we mocked a child while at Thorpe Park. But to be fair. He was obese, ginger and Pakistani, I shit you not. Living proof there is no god.
(Gimli son of Gloin., Tue 4 Sep 2007, 13:07, Reply)