On a school trip to Grimsby...
My mate had been feeling queasy on the coach for a while, and it was slowly getting worse. In order to avoid having to sit in a coach smelling of puke, I was talking to him and trying to distract him, which appeared to be working.

Just as we were getting within 10 minutes of arriving, a wave hit him and I was working hard to stop him thinking about it, talking about anything else.

My last words were "It's only a few minutes now and we'll be parked up and outside", when a Bird's Eye delivery truck drove past the window with a massive photo of plated egg, burger, chips and peas on the side.

He didn't make it.
( Michael Ellis contributes nothing, Mon 11 Jan 2010, 12:05, Reply)