The Magic Words
J was my flatmate for three years, and she had a constitution of rubber. By this, I mean that, whatever she'd shoved down her throat, into her lungs, or up her nose the night before - and her intake could be heroic - she seemed never to show any ill effects afterwards.

We had decided to throw a dinner party one evening. It had gone remarkably well, and much had been drunk. For once, I awoke the following morning with a completely clear head; I got up, went out, and came back to find J in the living room.

We sat and chatted idly, looking out of the window at the bright early-spring sunshine. J admitted that, for the first time in her life, she had a bit of a hangover.

I can't remember how the conversation went after that - except that it involved me uttering the phrase "lard and fag ash". Barely had the words left my mouth when J looked at me with a look of utter horror. Her face did not lose colour - but it did exchage a pinkish shade for the sort of green that may be acceptable in clothing, but is never a good sign in a complexion. Her body jerked.

The bathroom was across the landing from the living room. It was a matter of a few paces. She only just made it.

And I had found the magic words.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Mon 11 Jan 2010, 13:13, 1 reply)

Magic words!!
My drinking buddies and I used to stand outside the bathroom door (or otherwise close to the thrower-upper) shouting things like "Tripe and Custard" "Bananas and Gravy" To much the same effect... Magic words...
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 22:34, closed)