I once saw a guy hurl on one of those old slam door carriages where a row of people sat opposite you. It was absolutely rammed, and he projectile vomited so hard into the shins of those sitting opposite that the splashback affected people on his side of the carriage as well. Happily, I was sitting by the door and escaped the horrors of the Exorcist-like outpourings, but my drunkedn condition caused me to laugh uproariously, thus making me a victim of the carriage's assembled wrath.
Good timez.
“Other clubs never came into my thoughts once I knew Arsenal wanted to sign me.”
Loooooooooooool vomit man
Glad I don’t have to put up with this anymore although now when I’m summoned to the office it’s an early morning Easy Jet flight to Basel which is probably no better.
Switch to BA but they have the lousiest hotel selection in Basel. Ffs.