Omega
Back when I was in sixth form I had a friend who had a tennis court in his back garden. All very lovely. One summer we decided to play drunken monkey tennis and bought several 3 litre bottles of Omega cider and some cans of Saracen. Oh yeah, no expense spared - he had a tennis court after all.

The combination of crazy amounts of cheap alcohol, plus heatwave, plus 3 hours of near constant tennis left us feeling a bit....peckish. We decided to take a break and grab ourselves a pot noodle. Living the dream man!

I ate mine in about 2 minutes flat, as I am wont to do. I could feel my stomach rumbling angrily and I was already doing that 'bile-swallowing' routine as I repeatedly told myself not to be "the one that threw up". 'Fortunately' however it seemed that my friend was also feeling the effects of drunken monkey tennis and ran into the downstairs loo to hurl. The sound of this prompted me to lose my battle of wills and I shouted out to ask him where the upstairs loo was. He chokingly told me through his chundering noises.

I ran upstairs, "first door on the left" - threw it open and promptly threw up. All over his mother's bedroom. He came upstairs to check out how I was shortly afterwards, to find me scooping pot noodle off the carpet and carrying it to the SECOND door on the left to the toilet.

We hoovered the rest up and then did the whole room so things didn't seem 'out of place', then decided we had to do the rest of the house just to be sure. We were soon very sober and very headachey.

His Mum came home and commended us for tidying the house. We didn't 'get served'.
(Galahad is out of his gourd on yellow bentines, Sun 26 Jun 2011, 9:48, 1 reply)

Ahaaa!
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=rS1le_8ZhOU
(How soon is now?, Mon 27 Jun 2011, 9:19, closed)