many years ago as a 6th former, ended up in the trendy dive pub frequented by students. Merrydown cider was the de rigeur drink to be seen with and I was seen with an heroic collection of empty bottles of said beverage on the table in front of me. I'm told by witnesses that I stood up and gallantly tried to get to the toilets whilst covering my mouth with my hand to prevent public unpleasantness occuring.

Unfortunately, I failed and the traitorous gastric convulsions managed to escape between my fingers which had the result of magnifying the jetting effect considerably, making me into a human puke based super soaker water pistol. Forcibly ejected from the premises and told never to come back ever again after managing to be sick all over the pubs wall mounted jukebox.
My Converse hi tops were casualties, nothing worse than cider puke for the lingering smell.
Happy days
(Finster Ate a cat biscuit for a bet, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 23:54, Reply)