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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EEC regulation chunderMy worst vomit memorably took place on a stag weekend in Brussels,after a full day session, drinking such indigenous "falling down" waters as Duval, Qwark.(Typ 8%).
The groom, during the day,instead of leading us to the nearest Kebeb van for our mid session meal insisted we visit some "poncy" fish restaurant. The upshot being that we ended up eating next to nothing.
Waking up on the Sunday morning feeling very delicate, the beer (but no food ) had taken it's full effect on my stomach.Realising that the inevitable was about to happen, I sat bolt upright on the bed and proceded to recolour the hotel bedroom carpet,but not with the remains of the beer, but pure "Claret".My ulcer had burst under the alchoholic strain.
Once I had finished, then the rising feeling came again.
This time the beer came up.
Two vomits for the price of one !
(, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 11:56, Reply)
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