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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delayed actionHaving started drinking gin at 11 o'clock in the Students Union, and already being very drunk, when they eventually threw us out 12 hours later we headed to the New Cross Tavern. Unless you visited before the refurb (it is now a kind of bling bling Yates's wine lodge) you won't know what a horror/wonderful place this was. Think From Dusk til Dawn, then add punks, goths, hippies, rastas... I left the Tav at about 3am and staggered home for some well earned sleep.
The following day I felt as if I had been run over by a train and spent most of it (from 4pm when I got up) in front of the tv feeling decidely out of sorts. At about 7:30pm my flatmate took pity on me and made me some fishfingers chips and peas. I managed about two mouthfulls before I realised what was happening. Dashing for the toilet I managed to get as far as the bottom of the stairs before the gin popped out to say hello. Then again half way up. Then again at the top. Needless to say I wasn't popular. Still a 16 hour delay is quite impressive and I'm still proud to have held it down that long.
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fineart, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 11:40,
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