YOU SPEWED ON ME!

For five glorious minutes he seemed to having the time of his life, his arms raised roaring his affection for a city he had known for less than a day.

He started to sway. I feel sick.

I helped him to the bathroom where the kindly old attendant ushered him into a clean cubicle which he immediately soiled.

Are you okay mate? Can you make it to the cab?

Yeah I think so.

I helped him to the exit until I felt something warm and wet down my side and looked down to see the puddle on the floor. Bugger.

You spewed on me Dazel and I’m an old testament man from way back. An eye for an eye! A spew for a spew! It might take years but vomit is a dish best served cold.