In recalling this spectacular event from about 10 years ago, I realise I now can't recall all finer detail..

But here goes anyway......

It was closing time, and I needed to nip into the pub toilet before going home.
Now I can't remember if he was already in there or if I saw his face on the way in ?
But as I stood in front of the urinal I could her the most despairing sounds from a bloke in the cubicle.

It was an alarming mixture of simultaneous projectile vomiting and explosive gushing diarrhea !!!

Whichever way that poor distressed bloke was trying to coordinate the discharges
he was bound to be in serious mess and trouble....

It did occur to me - out of sheer gleeful morbid curiosity - to stay and watch him emerge,
just to see the state he was in..

But the stench was too evil, and the wife was patiently waiting for me outside.

I'd have liked to see how he got on in the taxi office if he needed a lift home.... 😜