So got up the next day (in a bit of a rush), had no time for breakfast so jumped in the car with my girlf. She took me to the shop to get a some eats, had a sausage roll, a sandwich and a bottle of (fizzy) orange. Once we hit the road the inner turmoil commenced.
My head was thumping and my stomach was rolling. Repetition increased as the journey progressed. I managed to reach Dungiven and could hang on no longer, the saliva jets confirmed my inkling. She stopped the car at the side of a (busy) road on a Saturday morning just before noon. The first wretch was like a giant big slabber then the main event followed, an orange, turkey, sausage roll mish mash conglomerate. Three bouts followed until I was in the clear. Cars flying past pomping the horn wishing me well as I chucked.
The relief of a clear stomach was short-lived as the banging headache kicked in with a good third of the journey still to go. Got home and lay down and felt sorry for myself. Finally got the energy to get up and took 2 Neurofen which killed the head off.
Officially my first road side boking session and one of the worst hangovers in recent history. Praise the lord.
