Fruit with your vomit, sir?
Picture the scene, about 10 years ago, at a house party in my early teens, with a group of chums who were just starting to smoke pot.

So, about 15-20 of us, underage drinking, a few spliffs kicking about and general frivolity had by one & all.

All was going very well, everyone was having a good night, myself included, until I contracted my very first pot-induced "Whitey".

As any smoker knows, this is where - basically - you're too stoned. Your skin goes white, you might get some clammy sweats, and you just need to sit it out for a while.

Or vomit.
Copiously, in this case.

The host of the party had a toilet built into the alcove under the stairs, and I dived into it, and spent probably the next hour there bringing my guts up bit by bit.

It was a physically exhausting honking session, and - naturally - some of my friends became worried at the amount of time spent in there.

So, there's knocks on the door every so often an calls of "are you ok?" until one well meaning friend insists I open the door as he has something that will help.

I reluctantly open the door, and am presented with an apple.
An Apple.

"This'll help" he insists, thrusting the thing at me.

In my semi-inebriated, vomit-exhausted state I manage to politely decline before closing the door again & falling asleep in the tiny cupboard....
(Soupy Twist BEST BEFORE:, Wed 7 Sep 2005, 8:11, Reply)