My Worst VomitWe all love a drink. Some of us love them so much they want to see them again on the way out of their mouths. I once got caught by surprise by the boozy sickness while chatting to some friends in my kitchen. Quick as a flash I grabbed a nearby pan and chundered away merrily in it. Realising it was probably time for bed I staggered off to my room. Unfortunately, my co-ordination failed just as I reached the landing and I somersaulted down the entire flight of stairs with my saucepan full of vomit. Beat that!
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chthonic, Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:00)
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Amnesiac vommingBetween degree and MSc had a summer job in Navan working in a mine (as you do). This being the arse end of Meath, not much to do but drink. The evening started at a party round some of the Finns' house, drinking "Finnish coffee", which tasted very nice (but later found out was neat Vodka with liqorice sweets disolved in it - a big mistake). Later on, we decided to visit the top local nightspot (name escapes me but was Henry's or something like that. Your standard grotty Irish country dishco). And I distinctly remember have a crafty chunder in the bogs and thinking 'thank goodness I managed to to it in a controlled and private fashion'.
Alas, what I didn't recall was the fact that just as we were leaving the party, I rushed out into the garden and hurled quite spectacularly across the lawn. Took me a week to get the story out of them all in the canteen, the bastards. But it does explain (a) why the very pretty girl I had been chatting up, with some success, lost interest and (b) why everyone was wondering was I OK quite so much in the car to the club.
Ho hum. The moral (if there is one) beware of Finnish men proffering strange drinks....
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Scoff Cruddle you would, wouldn't you?, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 10:01,
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