Fabric, London
A couple of years ago I headed to fabric with a few dear friends... High-quality Mandy was along for the ride, in appropriately obscene quantities.

Happily dancing around gurning my little tits off, I felt my stomach begin to register complaint regarding the large quantities of powerful phenethylamine that had been ingested.

I attempted to hold back a chunder, but sadly was not able.

However, I did manage to catch all the vom in my hand, and not wishing to be thrown out by the ever-present bouncers I hit upon a solution to how to proceed next...

I nommed it all back down, washed my hands clean with my bottle of water, and carried on dancing and gurning like one of God's most unique and special little creatures.



Nom nom nom.
(anvil, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 21:35, Reply)