Sick
I was walking down the street yesterday morning, first thing, and I passed a perfect heap of vomit on the pavement. I mention this only because it had clearly been deposited that morning, and that it had at its centre a good fistful of undigested jelly bears. Whoever had had the misfortune to bring up their breakfast on Tuesday morning had clearly done so after ramming about a dozen jelly bears down their gullet, which looked as if they hadn't touched the sides going down. Nor coming back up. Perhaps it was a greedy child. If so, isn't breakfast supposed to be more along the lines of cereal or toast? Perhaps it was a crazy adult with arrested development, eating jelly bears for breakfast just to prove that he was no longer a kid. Either way, the plan backfired.
It's all dried up this morning, but the remnants of those brightly-coloured bears are still there. I suspect one or two will have been pecked up by pidgeons. This has not been a profound blog entry, but at least it is now logged for all time that someone vommed up some sweets which they hadn't even chewed in South London yesterday morning. I think I'll write about the ballet now.
posted by Andrew Collins @ 5:40 PM
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A disturbing thought. Maybe this is the process by which Jelly Babies are actually made...?
it's richard herring - he has this obsession with 70s sweets - see his blog!
I walk past a pub called the Hobgoblin on my way to work and there is always sick on the doors to the beer cellar and surrounding pavement. It's such a regular occurence, I'm wondering if it's a new kind of anti-theft device.
Too big for dog vomit? They usually don't bother too much with savouring the flavour.
I always take a good look at sick in the street, albeit with an outwardly disapproving stare. The worst has to be when it's all over a cash machine. Still I suppose it represents one spared taxi seat.
I remember going to a party and taking a large bottle of Jack Daniels and a 2 litre bottle of coke. I had pasta for a meal about an hour before, but when I got to the party I was bored so I poured JD and Coke in rough measures. 45 minutes transpired and I had got through 3/d of the JD and about the same amount of coke, then out of nowhere brought up undigested pasta swirls, before embarking on a visit to the porcelain god.
if it rains they'll grow into monstrously big killer bears.
or possibly just quadruple in size before melting away
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Perhaps a passing small child had been examining the sick and inadvertantly dropped some of the jelly treats in it.
I used to examine vomit on a Sunday morning after the Saturday night excesses. What do I mean 'used'? I still do.
No, it's part of the marketing of the new Joseph musical, just something they're trying - they're all over apparently.
sb
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