The floor show
After a heavy night drinking, the wife and I dragged ourselves home and crashed out into bed. About 3 in the morning, she shook me awake, and it was quite obvious she was having an asthma attack. A bad one. I called the ambulance, opened the front door and switched the lights on so that they would see the house OK. I went back to the bedroom, and was sitting next to her trying to calm her, when I started to feel sick. It started to come up, and just made it to the toilet in time. After a few minutes of hard vomiting, I looked up to see one of two ambulancewomen looking at me indisgust. I waved my arm in the direction of the bedroom, and went back to vomiting.

Fortunately, the wife is fine.

Then there was the time that I was ill at work and was taken for a lie down in the security office. I woke up after a few hours, felt very dizzy then ran to their kitchen, vomited all over their sink, and disappeared back into the office I had been sleeping in.

Then there was the freshers week many moons ago. Comedy night at Chambers House, drinking cider and baileys (why?) all night, then over to pleasance bar to finish off. Me and my mates downed a pint of lager each, and a couple of girls were so impressed, we offered to do it again, and did. The last drop had just entered my mouth, when I felt the nights consumption coming back out, and managed to put my hand over my mouth to hold it in. Almost. My hand held the solid bits in, but the liquid, now under pressure, sprayed from my face like a fountain, a very large one at that. I was escorted from the bar, still puking, with the bouncers trying to avoid the spray, and deposited on the floor outside. With a large lump of solid compressed vomit in my hand.
( LuftWaffle, Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:22, Reply)