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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Hat's the way to do itWhen a student I went to a party wearing a trilby, got very, very drunk and had to get a taxi home. 100 yards from safety I realised I needed to speak to Huey and Ralph very urgently. Asking the driver to stop would involve opening my mouth. Spewing in the cab would lead to a £20 fine from the cabbie (lot of money in them days). I realised I needed some kind of bowl-shaped object to be sick into. It was then I remembered that I was wearing a hat. Haven't worn it since, mind.
Other highlights:
Throwing up spinach and blood into a bath
Hurling tequila while hanging out of a speeding car windown like a dog
Vomiting on a friend's mum as she cleaned up earlier vomit
Oh and my wife once threw up on my head while I was talking into the big white telephone. In her defence that was down to extreme seasickness but it reinforced my view that she was the one for me.
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calgacus Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae, Wed 25 Aug 2004, 13:11,
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