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Hurrah! yes I am! Better put a story here I suppose...

Back in the mists of time, my good self and a group of my bestest buddies had been to see a popular beat combo performing a selection of their hits. One of us had managed to scrounge a lift home from his father, and three more of us tagged along to save a bit of cash.

It was a cold night and Dean's father was (and probably still is) a miserable sod, his grumpiness not helped by an extra three pissed teens shoehorning themselves into the back of his elderly Renault. The heat inside the car soon combined with the illicit booze to make me feel rather odd. I tried to open the window. It was a three door so no go there. Soon even breathing became an exercise in self control as my stomach decided that empty was probably a better state to be in.

It was the quietest vomit I have ever had, before or since and was only noticed by my friend sat next to me who quickly looked the other way and kept his gaze fixed forward for the rest of the 45 minute journey.

I just sat there, covered in cooling, congealing vomit till I could finally get out of the car and i could throw my ready formed pavement pizza onto, well, the pavement.
( TheMattInAHat has a particular... odour..., Thu 7 Jan 2010, 17:13, Reply)