My tale
Concerns the former Mr Prawn mixed with several pints of ale on a work night.

After attending the quiz at a pub somewhere in darkest Sidcup, we retired back to my rather small flat. After lights out, Mr Prawn's stomach started surfing on the technicolour waves of vomit currently swirling round in it and he decided he'd better make a run for the loo.

Alas, he didn't make it, though I didn't find this out until 6:30am the following morning when I got up to have a pee and a shower. It looked like he'd attempted to redecorate my flat in a rather interesting shade of bile green and brown with some added carroty texture.

As there was no way I was going to clean up the mess without adding my own to the mix, I woke him up and handed him a cloth with the strict instructions to get the flat back to its usual shade of magnolia.

When I moved out of the flat a couple of months later, I found a small brown stain on the wall which had been hidden by the sofa and consequently missed in the clean up post purge. I'd like to end this tale by saying I left it there as a monument to him, but I wanted my deposit back in full so ended up wiping the wall down and having to touch it up with some paint.
(Prawn, Mon 11 Jan 2010, 13:48, Reply)