There have been a few....
But the summer of 1998 probably held the most vomit incidents including this one, which my friend, to this day, will not let me live down.

Being aged 16 and mad on a Manchester band (who will remain nameless), I discovered they were playing the civic hall, and decided that I was going to skive the day off college and go and meet them. After waiting outside for ages, I eventually did meet the band and spent the day backstage with them, and I got backstage tickets for me and my mate for after the show. All's well and good.

Except for, in the excitement of the whole experience, all I ate all day was a bag of salt and vinegar chipsticks and a small cottage pie.

Cue me pissed out of my tiny teenage mind, going backstage where there was loads of vodka etc etc, and I sat in this tatty armchair, paralytic, being spun round and round for amusement. Then I puked. All down myself. And if that wasn't bad enough, I accordingly put my hand over my mouth and carried on talking as if nothing had happened. This went on until I staggered to the toilet whereby I passed out.

I would like to say I have since gone on to behave more impeccably and responsibly whilst drinking but the vodka incident in 1999 whilst on holiday in Turkey and the brandy incident at a mates in 2004 prove that while I was older, I was none the wiser.
(Pumba Look for the red flashing light again... no!!!!!, Thu 7 Jan 2010, 20:19, Reply)