New years eve
I was, with my sister, her then boyfriend and his brother, out drinking one new years - I wasn't with the aforementioned girlfriend so I was having a good time.

We stumbled in to the pub that my sister used to work in for a few drinks after a minor "you looking at me" altercation outside with some of the class drinkers that you get in Sleaford...

I staggered off to the loo and the urge to throw up came to me - not a problem, I'm in the gents so off to the cubicle I staggered.

I closed my eyes, as let's be honest - noone wants to see their own vomit - and a pretty impressive amount of noise suggested that I was clearly full of beer and needed the empty. I held my breath as the smell isn't pleasant either, now is it?

I staggered out of the loo, impressed that I had missed my clothes and could carry on drinking.

Move forward to the next day, I get a call from my sister:

Sis - JTW, did you throw up last night
Me - You know I did
Sis - In xxx pub?
Me - Er, yes
Sis - In the end cubicle in the gents?
Me - Uh - yeh.....
Sis - you forgot to lift the lid
Me - Shit...

It turns out I'd left the lid down and as I had my eyes closed, I hadn't noticed - the cleaner the next day was NOT impressed.

My sister told the landlord it was me and I was summarily barred - no great loss as I never went there beforehand and had no intention of going back...
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 17:41, 1 reply)

I love the "You looking at me?"
"Why, yes, my eyes are quite capable of looking at multiple objects in a relatively short space of time. Incidently, how could you tell? perchance you were looking at me also?!"
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 17:52, closed)