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Used to be a fairly regular occurrence when I was younger, to keep going on a big session. Nowadays if a pint of Guinness doesn't settle the stomach it's time to go home.....
Earlier in my drinking career we would often drink until we were totally incapable..
We discovered that we were able to accurately retrace the forgotten steps of the previous evening's adventures by following the little piles of purple vomit from pub to pub, but to enable this function we had to drink vast quantities of scrumpy and black, which inevitably led to us becoming totally incapable..
Eventually we noticed a pattern
I remember once as a student, placing my chewing gum on top of the cistern in the pub loo, being sick then putting the chewing gum back in and going back to the bar. Students eh!?
I remember my mate puking his false teeth into a pub loo, deftly fishing them out and popping them back in, [i]then[/i] flushing the toilet before carrying on as if nothing had happened
you students are sensitive souls!
My sister and pals used to employ the tactical chunder whilst out drinking Carlsberg Specials. I couldn't keep up, once I start to let go of my stomach I can't get back on the booze again. Until tomorrow.
I seem to have turned into a ridiculously loud puker. I was out a few months ago and got far too drunk and fell asleep in the garden whilst trying to find the key my wife had left me. Once my wife woke me up and dragged me in i proceeded to hurl, fortunately i made it to the toilet. My son got up and asked my wife if I was ok and then said that I sound like a bear!!
I went out the other week and my daughter asked if I was going to make the bear noise again...... 😀
A mate of mine was so adept at the tactical yawn, that he could projectile vomit, like something out of the exorcist, literally mid-sentence, without breaking stride, while walking between pubs, then casually finish his sentence.
An impressive sight
I'm the same! I thankfully haven't drunk enough to be sick for years; but when I was, it sounded like two dinosaurs falling down the stairs while shagging.
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I remember once as a student, placing my chewing gum on top of the cistern in the pub loo, being sick then putting the chewing gum back in and going back to the bar. Students eh!?
I remember doing the same but with a norwegian girl I pulled on a lads holiday in feurtenventura
I had to break off a snog to go and chunder behind a car before returning to finish the job
she had the last laugh as I was far too drunk to perform later and mocked me in front of her mates the next night
bizarely we kept in contact are still (facebook) friends 15 years later
A mate of mine once dashed to the toilet just before he threw up and almost made it but for the fact someone had left the seat down. It splashed off and made a chunder halo around the walls of the small toilet room around seat height. He left a note to apologise and saying he'd sort it in the morning and then went to bed. 😳
When blastaways were the drink of choice on a night out, I remember a mate already blootered around 8pm throw up a few pints of liquid, march right back into the bar and neck another pint of blastaways in one. Animal.
The chosen method for dealing with mid session hiccup bouts.
I remember on the eve of the millinnium my best mate walking up to the bar in our local and saying "Sue, some filthy [not nice person] been sick in the bogs all over the place. Pass us your mop and I'll sort it for you." She gave him a pint on the house for his valour. When he'd finished he admitted to us it was the result of his own mistimed tactical chunder.
Aah Blastaway. That brings back memories.......well it doesn't but you know what I mean!!
I couldn't keep up, once I start to let go of my stomach I can't get back on the booze again. Until tomorrow.
Blimey you've waited along time.
I used to be the master of the soupy cough. For about 5 years the tactical was an essential part of any night out.
Then I realised I was probably an alcoholic...
I've done many tactical chunders throughout the years, mainly hockey related.
My most recent was in August when i had to do a dirty funnel for my birthday.
Only ever done one 'second visit' which was rank trying to swallow the chunks. Never doing that again
Jesus, Aye, nothing could beat a swift tactical. The stories of drnking from my youth... terrifying!
My most recent was in August when i had to do a dirty funnel for my birthday.
The mind boggles. 🙂
Cider, lager, guinness, gin, licorice sambuca, absinthe, cake and grated cheese are the contributions I know about
Nothing rusty involved
Which end did the funnel go in?
Which end did the funnel go in?
An enema with that much booze in would have killed me!
Pavement pizza after a TC. Lovely!
mAah Blastaway. That brings back memories....
Me too!
Question, is it still 'tactical' if it's done after going to bed, in order to stop the ceiling spinning?
A tactical necessity, yes.
Aaaah yes.... The Blastaway. Led to many a lost evening. A guy I shared a house with developed this further for the compulsory first, pre-goig-out drink of the evening.... the Fastaway, simply by dropping a gram of speed in there 🙂
A mate of mine was so adept at the tactical yawn, that he could projectile vomit, like something out of the exorcist, literally mid-sentence, without breaking stride, while walking between pubs, then casually finish his sentence.An impressive sight
i too have a mate who can do this. id never seen it before, very impressive.
I kind of thought that "tactical" was just opposing it to "strategic" i.e. the strategy isn't to chunder, but tactically it makes sense to do it when the strategy hasn't quite worked out.Question, is it still 'tactical' if it's done after going to bed, in order to stop the ceiling spinning?
Strategic : I went out to drink myself stupid and throw up on the way home
Tactical : I went out to drink myself stupid but threw up on the way home.
😆
No strategy is a long term aim. Tactics are the short term activities towards achievement of that strategic aim.
Strategy: to go out on the lash and stay out until kicking out time.
Tactics; I got ****ted by half eight but had a tactical and achieved my strategic goal.
I recall in the mid 90s, walking out of a pub with a mouthful of sick, casually spitting it out into the gutter and getting some cash out of the ATM next door, so I could re-enter the pub and carry on drinking.
This was at teatime on a Friday, and the pub was on one of the busiest junctions in the city, so it was witnessed by numerous commuters heading home for the day.
The Haworth Arms in Hull, if anyone knows it.
I've always been a vomit and done person. If I was sick when drinking it meant things had gone too far and that was me home for the night. I am also in the dying dinosaur camp when it comes to the noises made whilst chundering.