Mayhem on the train home last night.

[PSRB]

Poor chap. Probably a dodgy oyster.

Milk of Magnesia. That's the stuff.

Had that after Hawksmoor on Friday, although not entirely convinced it was an oyster, think I was just ill.

[Burney]

Had that after Hawksmoor on Friday, although not entirely convinced it was an oyster, think I was just ill.

Not proud of the fact I once vomited in a train carriage after far, far too much cognac at a Christmas do at The Ritz. Must have been about 8 years ago. Thankfully, it was empty apart from me.

Pretty sure that was the last time I puked due to drink. I'm not generally a puker.

[Sir C]

Not proud of the fact I once vomited in a train carriage after far, far too much cognac at a Christmas do at The Ritz. Must have been about 8 years ago. Thankfully, it was empty apart from me.

Pretty sure that was the last time I puked due to drink. I'm not generally a puker.

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.

[IUFG]

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.

There's nothing like puking up a gallon of lager on a coach full of football teamates and then watching (and smelling it) whilst it is running up and down the floor of the coach as the hills are traversed.

[Sir C]

There's nothing like puking up a gallon of lager on a coach full of football teamates and then watching (and smelling it) whilst it is running up and down the floor of the coach as the hills are traversed.

That's nice, i. An image to savour.

[IUFG]

That's nice, i. An image to savour.

You're welcome, sc.

My team mates should have been thankful there wasn't a doner kebab or curry topping to it, imo

[Burney]

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.

I must admit I was struggling not to laugh last night. I'd only had about three or four pints, but it was enough to anaesthetise myself against nausea at the smell and to find the whole thing quite amusing.