There's a lot to be said
for keeping your room tidy as a teenager - especially one who goes out drinking till all hours every weekend.

I wasn't the kind of guy who got sick from overdrinking, but I did drink a hell of a lot at 18-19. Usually I ate a decent amount before I left for the pub, crisps in between, and something from the chinese/chippy on the way back.

One weekend, for whatever reason, this didn't work. We went to my mate's uncles pub, and had the obligatory lock-in. I think we were there at least 8 hours, drinking god knows how much and what.

Getting home, I felt fine, and went to bed after a pint of water. Not long after, I woke to the familiar gut-tightening, and knew this was going to be really close. My bedroom wasn't far from the bathroom, but my floor was a complete mess. I took two steps, and stumbled into my chair.

That was it - vomit sprayed all over my floor, into my cupboard, and halfway up my speakers (just avoiding the entrance to the electrics). I got up and repeated the performance into the toilet, then went back to sleep. The first I realised what I had done was when my mum woke me for church with a "ARGGGGGGHH!!!", swiftly followed by a bollocking - not nice on a hangover and three hours sleep, as she si quite shouty.

Took me ages to clean, as the mere sight of it made me want to throw up again. At least it was a similar colour to the shitty carpet I had in my room at that point.
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 12:47, Reply)