Country: UK - England
Length: 6m +
Join Date: Sep 2004
Solenteers Christmas Dinner
Well, what a tremendous evening. It was great to see all the usual forum faces, plus a few I hadn't met before.
I'm sure somebody far more competant than me shall write a full account of the evening at the church, however that's not what I'm here for. I'd like to tell you about my journey home.
As many of you know, I drove Tim M to the Church, and thus drove him back. Somewhere along the way, 2 strays known respectively as Andy Badviz, and Ricky Thorper joined us for the ride. Owing to my navigational skills (I've downloaded MS Autoroute 2006 to use with the GPS, but it's in german!) we ended up taking an extended route back to Tim M's halls of Residence in Portsmouth.
Any and Ricky were doing sterling work keeping tim awake and upright, while I concentrated on my driving. The only minor hiccup was when nearly at Tim's halls, he decided to release his seat belt, and we had to attempt to refasten a semi comatose Tim into his seat. All the while Tim is busy asking relevant questions (Is Pete alright Jimbo? Yes Tim. Oh good, I like Pete., and "Who was that chap wearing the Drysuit, sat opposite me? That was Andy, Tim, he's sitting behind you right now" "Oh. That's Marvellous Jimbo") so we thought he was ok.
Little did we know.
Within sight of his halls, the danger signs approach. Despite my bestest efforts, I couldn't get the windows down quick enough, and Tim proceeded to vomit all over my car, his dinner jacket, then the exterior of the car after the window lowered. It was not pretty. The smell represented all the different alcoholic beverages Tim had consumed, and was overpowering to say the least. Both Ricky and I were stifling our own reactions, while Andy bravely stated "I'm ok, I've got a baby".
I pull up outside Tim's halls, and get out of the car. Now, usually I'm ok with vomit, but on this occasion, I regret to say, that Tim started me off too. We handed Tim (absolutely covered in it) to a nice pair of chaps heading into his halls, who kindly said they would look after him until he got to his floor. Andy bravely accepted my undershirt, and covered the offending vomit, whilst liberally spraying the perfume he'd recieved as a prize, to attempt to cover the smell enough that I could drive home. This I did, with all the windows open, which is where I find myself now.
The moral of the story?
If you're going to throw up in a mates car, ensure you have in your possession, or sufficient funds to obtain, some Febreeze, interior shampoo, cleaning cloths, glass cleaner and a sponge, as young Tim will find his potentially hungover morning occupied with some vomit removal and cleaning! I shall supply the hoover, and plenty of heckling/abuse for being such a lightweight!
A good evening was had - tremendous xmas spirit, wonderfully organised by Kath, Kevin, and Martin, testament to the brave path forged for us by the inimitable Nasher.
Special prizes were produced by Messr's Halliday and Hightower, the latter of which being a hugely impressive award, which will last a very long time.
(P.s. Olly - my flatmate says somebody called Clairol has a new range of haircare products you migh like to try!)