Not the best week ever.....

So this week I threw up on a bus. I had a larger hangover than I thought was particularly fair for the amount of alcohol I'd consumed the previous evening. After the usual, uncomfortably warm, journey to work I felt the need to rehydrate. I though hurriedly quaffing back half a bottle of h2o would soothe my issues, oh no. Rather than spread watery goodness about my person, the water decided to sit uncomfortably in my belly. When you mix this with wacky driving techniques of London's dear ole' busmen, sick happens. But it wasn't even proper sick, it was pure water albeit a slightly frothier warmer version of what I'd gulped down. No chunks. No carrot. Clear water. I pathetically tried to cover my shame with my copy of the Metro, which had no effect since most of had already rolled down the bus. During about the third heave, for some bizarre reason, I caught some in my hands. Maybe somewhere deep in my mind I was thinking "oh no don't make anymore mess" but I'd neglected a serious flaw in my plan. What would I do with it? Naturally I took the only option and let it trickle through my hands to join its brethren.

Then if that wasn't annoying enough, I got into work today late. My new phone's alarm missed a vital part of its function and didn't wake me up. There's nothing like getting ready in five minutes to set you up for the day. Still, no sick today though.

Check this out;

http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8M1KiXWWTxg

2008 is all about Rambo 4. Believe.