The colour yellow
A few years ago, a friend of mine had quite a bad case of food poisoning. After a full afternoon of toilet crunches that would put even the hardcore body builder to shame, we decided that it was a great idea to go out... we were in Scotland, it was cold and wet, and a second friend was up for the weekend.

Queue the cynical ploy: Get mate that can't drink to drive my good self and mate that can drink to Whisky distillery (A good hour in the car).

Genius!

Except every five minutes the driver (who didn't seem to mind the run out) managed to let out the worst smells I have ever had the misfortune to experience. It could only be described as Burping yellow.

It was even worse on the way back, having completed the mandatory "Drink your way around scotland" game in the distillery bar.

To avoid the acrid pungent stink in the car, we suggested stopping at a friendly looking local pub.

Turned out when we went in that there was a recreation of Braveheart - between rival Celtic and Rangers fans (Obviously being English, we were hated by both sides).

Swift pint, mate lets his guts go again, and he managed to not only clear the bar, but it resulted in the double bonus of resulting in the tribal drums being covered in scumbag vomit.

We made a swift exit and never returned...
(libraryboy Cheer up, you could be french!, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 16:59, Reply)