tube vomit
i tend to feel a bit vommy when i overindulge on booze, but i generally can hold it long enough to get to the bathroom/behind a tree/out of the cab/off the train, but there is very little more terrifying than being on a packed carriage knowing you need to blow chunks, the warm face and cold sweat coupled with some deep breathing to keep the sloshy goodness on the inside. there will probably be many more stories about this from me this week, but I'll start off with one about someone else.

I was on the tube a few years ago, about 7pm on a Saturday. It wasn't particularly busy, everyone had a seat. a woman opposite me suddely leaned forward and deposited a large amount of pasta onto the floor of the train. just pasta, nothing else. it didn't look chewed and there was no liquid with it. being terribly British, the other passengers just stared with a mixture of horror and awe. a few seconds later, round two bubbled its way through her gullet. a big dollop of what looked like a neapolitan sauce, right on top of the pasta.

to all intents and purposes it just looked like a freshly cooked meal. the woman got off at the next stop and the confused looks of people boarding the train when they saw it was swiftly replaced by disgust when the smell hit them.


mmm... sicky italian food. this is still one of the most amazing things i've ever seen, but i imagine you had to be there.
(Alphabet Soap boshboshboshbosh, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 9:24, 1 reply)

I was about to go to Bella Italia for lunch
I think Ill give it a miss now. Thanks
(Eggstrovert isnt patronising you...honest..., Fri 8 Jan 2010, 12:10, closed)