My brother in law
is a fine upstanding accountant of a man, loved and respected by all that know him. 15 years ago though, he was an 18 year old junior at one of the big 4 and attending his first ever Christmas do. swanky hotel in London, black tie, silver service meal and lashings of lovely lovely wine. the speeches start onece the plates have been cleared and he begins to feel a little queasy in the guts area. sneaking off to the gents for a quick poo, he heads into a cubile, whacks his grundies down just in time to curl out the mother of all logs. and then he realised, too late, that the pipes were priming at the other end. a river of red wine, beef wellington and vegetables from his mouth straight into his pants. there can't be many more terrifying things in the world than being at the Christmas party for your first proper important job, with a sizeable amount of vom in your kecks, but he managed to get hold of himself, remove said undies and go commando in some thankfully fairly vomit free dress trousers. being a drunken idiot, rather than chucking the sick soaked boxers in the bin, he decided to wash them out in the sink.

that's when his boss walked in to see a sight that there was no talking his way out of. he left the job the week after. the shame of standing in the hotel reception waiting for his mum to pick him up with a bile smelling crotch and the entire company knowing what had happened was a bit too much to bear.

As he is my brother in law I will never let him forget this and make sure to mention it to everyone he knows.
(Alphabet Soap boshboshboshbosh, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 10:11, Reply)