
It's been nearly six years since we last asked about your worst vomit, so:
Tell us tales of what went in, what came out and where it all went after that.
( , Thu 7 Jan 2010, 17:02)
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One of us decided to do it on pints rather than the "safe option" of halves or vodka and orange.
The Marquess of Anglesey pub is drink #13 out of #26, and while the round is being ordered he's in the traps praying to the porcelain god. Comes out looking quite fresh, describes it as a "tactical chunder" and downs his pint in one.
We lost him at Trafalgar Square, when he wandered off into the night and wasn't seen again for several days. So I suppose tactical chundering doesn't really work.
( , Fri 8 Jan 2010, 17:59, Reply)
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