Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2005 3:02 pm
Funny you mention puking, Beo. I was out on Friday night with my work mates and had a few beers. The beers were tasty but they weren't getting me anywhere so I decided to go on the Jack Daniels and cokes. Had a great night but as I had to get up early to go home the next day I went home (relatively) early.
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.

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.


