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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mmm, pastaBack when I was 16 I was getting ready to go out to my local pub on a Saturday evening. Being a young lad, my mum didn't want to see me going out on an empty stomach so she treated me to a very large bowl of pasta with a cheesy tomato sauce. This slipped down rather nicely.
As I entered the pub, I realised that I was feeling just a little bit queesy. Straight to the bar I went to order my favourite drink, a lovely can of cider and black(currant) to settle my stomach. As the first drop of this hit the pasta in my rather full stomach, it decided that the whole contents must be evacuated. Immediately. I had a choice of either barging through the a pub full of people to get to the toilets or making a run for it out of the front door. I chose the door as it was rather closer than the bogs, and just got out in time to leave a rather large pile of pasta, cheese and tomato sauce and a small quantity of cider + black on the pavement, at 7pm or so on a bright summer evening in a busy town. It was Bridgend, the pub was the King's Head. It later got turned in to one of those O'Neills Irish theme bars (the pub that is, not the vomit).
(, Tue 24 Aug 2004, 14:09, Reply)
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