First drunken vomit
I must have been 13 or 14 on holiday with my folks in France, staying at my aunts house. Their usual alcohol prohibition settings must have been switched off as they allowed me a couple of lager shandies and even a glass of wine. Unbeknown to them I also discovered that Bacardi and coke actually tasted great and I could down the stuff like it was water when they weren't looking.
Roll forward an hour or so and I was properly pissed for the first time in my young life. I vaguely recollect tumbling down a wooden staircase head over heels before landing in a crumpled heap at the bottom and laughing like a drain.
Roll forward another couple of hours when I sat bolt upright in bed and proceeded to projectile vomit the most foul smelling offal like brown shit all over the unfortunate chap who happened to be sleeping in the next bed. The poor little lad who was a couple of years younger than me clamped his hands over his face to try and block out the smell and proceeded to burst into tears. The stench was unimaginable. Like you'd shat on a dead kippers fanny and left it to bake in the sun for a week.
That room stank for years afterwards.
(Scary Ghost, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 17:19, Reply)