The Redfearn bar, Leicester University, crica 1998.
Me and a couple of friends were having some drinks before we went out clubbing. We had some rather strong "disco biscuits" and to get the evening off to a bang we necked them in the bar then washed them down with lager. About a beer later, I realised I had done a bad thing and my body was not going to accept this nonsense. The first mouthful of spew went straight back into my pint glass, which I dumped on the floor and sprinted to the bogs.

...too late, as it turned out. I managed to cover the area outside the toilets with some extremely messy puke indeed. However, it seems like I didn't vomit out everything, as the MDMA was now working its magic, rendering me chatty, friendly and good-natured towards everyone. Feeling bucketloads of shame I made my way back to the bar and asked if they could furnish me with a mop and bucket so I could clean up the mess I had made. The bar manager told me that no-one had ever admitted to throwing up in the bar before, and certainly no-one had ever offered to clean it up themselves, so when I was done I could have anything I wanted from the bar, on the house. I had a lemonade.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Wed 30 Nov 2005, 16:56, Reply)