Long Time Stain
Some time around 1998 I went out way too hard at the Christmas Eve lunchtime office drinks and ended up in foetal position, around 2:30pm, in the midst of lots of happy Christmas shoppers, power chundering and violently dry retching foul bile across the Ye Olde cobblestones of the busy shopping precinct that is the Hobart Mall.

I could not move for some time. Eventually some nice people helped me to my feet and pushed me onwards, and I staggered home, covered in vomit, grime and remnants of tinsel.

The stain remained on those cobblestones for some years, and sometimes I would glance fondly at it, as I trudged to work in later times.
( Ken Oath, Tue 23 Dec 2014, 14:49, 5 replies)

There'll be a blue plaque (or local equivalent) in years to come.

( Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...", Tue 23 Dec 2014, 17:14, closed)

Chundah EVERYWAH

(Plague Hedgehog 'posting crap', Tue 23 Dec 2014, 23:34, closed)

Every man has to do his doody

( P-MONKE We're all fucked, Wed 24 Dec 2014, 20:14, closed)

This is my favourite story ever

(Ol' Ginger Bastard a role model for the children, Sat 27 Dec 2014, 9:41, closed)

I always respect a man that can leave his mark on the world.

(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Wed 31 Dec 2014, 1:37, closed)