Feeling a trifle sketchy this morning.

[Sir C]

Oh, he was common. Some sort of northerner, in fact. He was so ill-mannered as to almost redefine the term. He appeared simply to have no concept of how to behave at all. Him bellowing at me was bad enough, but I kept having to suppress a reflexive urge to stab him in the eye with a fork every time he stuck his head between me and my lunch in order to bellow at my other neighbour.

Grim business. We must hope that you don't suffer PTSD as a result of this experience.

[Burney]

Grim business. We must hope that you don't suffer PTSD as a result of this experience.

I am feeling a bit triggered just thinking about it. Although that could just be the unfortunate combination of Champagne, red wine, brandy and ale coursing through my veins.

[Sir C]

I am feeling a bit triggered just thinking about it. Although that could just be the unfortunate combination of Champagne, red wine, brandy and ale coursing through my veins.

*BRANDYKLAXON*

Self-inflicted, I'm afraid. Champagne, red wine and ale I'll allow. The addition of brandy, I'm afraid, causes me to withdraw my sympathy.

Soory, b. I don't make the rules.

[Burney]

*BRANDYKLAXON*

Self-inflicted, I'm afraid. Champagne, red wine and ale I'll allow. The addition of brandy, I'm afraid, causes me to withdraw my sympathy.

Soory, b. I don't make the rules.

I think the last time I vomited due to drink was brandy-related. It was about 7 or 8 years ago - again after a Christmas bash (The Ritz, I think). The brandy and port stage of proceedings had gone on a very long time and I ended up consuming a frankly ridicules quantity of the stuff. I felt grand until, after leaving, I was lurching across Green Park mumbling and cursing and was taken unwell. I sat on a park bench as my legs had become unsteady, whereupon I proceeded copiously to deposit my stomach contents all over my shoes. I eventually squelched my way home with my shoes filled with puke and had to throw the things away. Pair of Barkers as well.

[World's End Stella]

I think the last time I vomited due to drink was brandy-related. It was about 7 or 8 years ago - again after a Christmas bash (The Ritz, I think). The brandy and port stage of proceedings had gone on a very long time and I ended up consuming a frankly ridicules quantity of the stuff. I felt grand until, after leaving, I was lurching across Green Park mumbling and cursing and was taken unwell. I sat on a park bench as my legs had become unsteady, whereupon I proceeded copiously to deposit my stomach contents all over my shoes. I eventually squelched my way home with my shoes filled with puke and had to throw the things away. Pair of Barkers as well.

'He appeared simply to have no concept of how to behave at all.'

[Sir C]

'He appeared simply to have no concept of how to behave at all.'

If a chap needs to relieve himself of a misfortunate load, wes, no man should judge him.

We've all been there. Aye.

[Burney]

If a chap needs to relieve himself of a misfortunate load, wes, no man should judge him.

We've all been there. Aye.

A bad business to be sure. Of all the spirits, brandy is the only one that I ever drink enough of neat to get into trouble. It slips down in oh-so unobtrusively.

[Burney]

'He appeared simply to have no concept of how to behave at all.'

Yes, I don't think I was holding this up as an example of ideal behaviour, to be honest, but you carry on.

[World's End Stella]

Yes, I don't think I was holding this up as an example of ideal behaviour, to be honest, but you carry on.

To be honest, Burney, after reading the first few lines of your post I quickly scanned ahead expecting to see the letters 'WES' in the post somewhere.

I felt rather relieved to have been spared that. Cheers.