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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My most expensive pukeLong story short: went out for an elaborate meal at a top London restaurant (Petrus, for those of you who care) where I ate far too many rich foods and drank far too much vintage wine and armagnacs followed by a drunken wander around Soho smoking a huge Cuban cigar.
Managed to hold everything down during the 20 mile cab ride back out into the sticks but the inevitable came to pass the moment I got the key in the front door with a fine dining extravaganza deposited over my only suit, cashmere coat and Italian shoes.
Conservative estimate of the value of that heave was approximately 200 pounds in materials alone (50 quid just on the brandy), without factoring in the dry cleaning costs.
NEVER again.
(, Mon 23 Aug 2004, 17:50, Reply)
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