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The most memorable vom I ever had was during the funeral of Princess Diana, I had eaten a load of raw broad beans. I pebble dashed the porcelain while Elton John tinkled on the ivories.

I was waiting for the bus and in the small old fashioned metal roofed bus shelter was a perfect pavement pizza. I should have mentioned it is the height of summer, the sort of day where the local news go out and try to fry an egg on the pavement. The stench of hot vomit was horrendous, but the fear of missing the bus meant I must stay put. Next day, vomit still there, day after still there. That was about 4 years ago and to this day should you visit that bus shelter there is still a circle where the vomit once was.
(Free pens 100, 101, 102 is still counting on, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 13:33, Reply)