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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2 stories: one ancient, one painfully recentWhen I was about 9, we went on a school trip to see the Golden Hind (which I seem to remeber being told was Sir Walter Raleigh's ship) on the Manchester ship canal. The mixture of a 2 hour coach journey, a slightly choppy canal and a vile smell inside the boat led me to puke my guts through a gun port. No sympathy was available, not from the teachers who were embarassed, not from the staff who shouted at me because they were going to have to clean it up (there was vomit all down the side of the ship) and certainly not from my parents, who still haven't let me forget (nearly 14 years later)
Fastforward to two weeks ago. A friend and I went out for 'a drink' at my local. A drink turned into several drinks and the next ,orning I woke up to find that the bathroom sink was full of bright red vomit, with my toothbrush right in the middle of it all. I still haven't worked out why I chose to throw up in the sink when the toilet is right next to it, or how my toothbrush ended up in there. I don't forget the sheer horror of having to dismantle the outlet pipe and flush all of the sick into a bucket then getting dressed and going to an important job interview (funnily enough, I didn't get the job)
(, Mon 23 Aug 2004, 13:52, Reply)
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