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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No sir, he's just got food poisoningJust remembered another one... aged 13 on school trip to Italy. Since Italian kids aren't quite as stupid as English kids, buying wine and fags is an entirely reasonable and permissible thing to do aged 13 in Italy.
However, drinking a litre of wine having never really got drunk before, between 3:30-5:30 in the afternoon, and then insisting on going to dinner with the whole group instead of quietly dying in the room, could be classed as unwise.
We met up before dinner outside the canteen, where the teacher in charge gave boring talks on what we were doing the next day, how we should be better behaved, etc. I swayed and felt ill. Just as he was telling us how we shouldn't buy soft drinks from roadside vendors, because they're made with Local Water and would make delicate English people puke, I let rip. A tidal wave of vino bianco and bile escaped across the terrace...
Still more embarassing, because I was normally swotty rather than misbehaving, they thought I was genuinely ill. I eventually guiltily confessed my alcohol-fueled secret, rather than have a doctor called out to deal with my nauseous and delirious self.
(, Wed 25 Aug 2004, 21:54, Reply)
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