Last one.
At a party in the lovely town of Horsham about 4-5 years back now it was a bring your own bottle.
For reasons that currently escape me I was not into beer or anything at that time, so bought two bottles of cheap wine - one white, one red.

The party was a complete success, somehow an entire bus of spanish girls turned up and I became very drunk.

Very drunk.

In fact the whole bottle of white went down like a treat, then the red. Then, I went through someone elses bottle of red wine, then a bit of someones on top of that.

OK, I was going to be sick, I really couldn't wait, dashed out the front door, sad on the step, head between legs, chundered like a good one.

Walking back inside I noticed that I'd vomited a bit on my t-shirt. A big red stain.

I was throwing up blood.

I panicked.
I went crazy.

A very nice guy called bob came over and slapped me to be calm - to give him his due it worked. I was throwing up blood. Look at the giant stain on my t-shirt.

Calm down, he said. Have you eaten anything with tomato ketchup in? No, I replyed.

Have you had any red wine?
Yes, I said, two and a half bottles.

You prick! He told me, told me to go to the toilet, clean yourself up, and stop being a baby.

I felt like such an complete idiot. He did however invite me to his birthday party in London the next day, so I must have made some sort of impression...
( djdirect, Mon 23 Aug 2004, 18:19, Reply)