Hangovers are bad for me.....
When I have a hangover, I have to eat something, and have alka-seltzer. Otherwise, I just keep chundering...

When I was at college, I worked in a newsagents on a Sunday morning. I'd go in at 5, open up, sort the papers, then work till we closed at about 1. One morning I had a stinking hangover, I was OK if I sat down, but if I stood up I would start to urge. So, it was 12 and I'm hoping that it's going to be quiet - wrong... A massive queue of people builds up, and I'm stood for ages. I keep urging and managing to swallow it back down... until the last customer. I urged, the vomit comes up, I try and swallow it, but there's too much - I keep my mouth shut, and proceed to vomit out of my nose, luckily missing said customer. Thankfully once he'd gone I could sit down and compose myself...

You'd think I'd have learned as I got older, but no... At a friend's party, held on their farm, I drank the better part of a bottle of Jack Daniels single barrel (mmmmmmmmm) before retiring to the tent. Once in my sleeping bag, the tent was doing that nasty spinny thing, and I knew I was going to puke, so struggled my way out of the tent - almost. Got the zip to the outer door open and knelt in the doorway, and projectile vomited - I couldn't see how far it went but it sounded like a long way... The next morning, having packed up the tent and ferrying the bits to the car, one of my colleagues was walking towards me - without breaking stride I hue'd up into a hedge. I've not been allowed to forget that one...
(vinny, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 18:57, Reply)