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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rave honkI was spewed on.
The scene: Early 90's, Plymouth, Wasp Factory at the Warehouse Union St. Upstairs bar (very very hot)
Now anyone who frequents dance clubs will tell you they can get mighty hot, but not being a tattooed ex hooligan I was never one for the bare torso rave antics, except for this time.
Sat on the floor of the top tier of the Warehouse looking after my mate Mark (coming up on a very strong dove/cally/red-n-black) I sit and comfort him through his eye-rolling onset. Mark (mid gurn) looks at me in a moment of lucid realisation and projectile vomits all over me. I mean he really let go full Mr Creosote repeated hurgghgh hurghgghh hose after hose of enriched vomit. I was fucking drenched.
I swear if possible, the upstairs of the Warehouse went quiet, deathly fucking hush as people waited for a fight to errupt. Not a bit of it Mark reaches down brushes some carrot from my shoulder Says 'Sorry man, I love you' and gives me a hug. After that I think we watched 'Dream Frequency' perform (after a quick spruce up in the toilets)
Ah those were the days........
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