Sizemore & others (Rob, STML, Bookpirate Ben, Lyn, Jessa and Mecca) were going back to his & Jess's place to look at their kittens, but I decided to bail out and head straight home.
I took the shot above after a few drinks, so I was amazed to see Old Street, on the roundel sign, coming through quite well.
About 10 minutes later Sizemore took a picture of an alternative scene at Old Street.
Sizemore said "The guy was puking for a looooong time. The carton (at his feet) was passed to him by a concerned passer by but he was too far gone to take it. THEN he got on the same Tube as us. When we got off a new set of concerned passengers were asking him if he was OK. I think he threw up on them.
And then there was the smell from an entirely different part of the Tube to contend with."
Like Mecca, I wonder whether this was all part of "the big stink"?
Marie F aka Tiger's Hungry, had a similar pukey experience on Wednesday night. She wrote: "I don't know how many people have seen Armando Iannuci's Tube Tales 'Mouth' segment - but it comes to mind quite vividly when I recount last night's journey home post the Forgetting Sarah Marshall screening.
She continues: "It was 11pm going eastbound on the Piccadilly line - around Leicester Sq. She was an amiable looking blonde lady (in hindsight maybe a little green around the gills) - that was until just she opened her mouth and projectiled the contents of her stomach across the end of the carriage.
"After an initial few moments of gawping most of the carriage quickly herded down the other end covering their mouths and offering the occasional insightful 'oh that's gross' - but I was happy to see other sympathetic travellers fumbling in their bags to offer her tissues (to her testament I think it was genuine 'not wellness' to blame rather than booze). She quickly departed at the next stop leaving a gaggle of tourists scrabbling to relocate their sick laden luggage.
"Yes the smell was bad for me, but at least it wasn't as bad as enduring what happened to the poor guy who got on at Holborn. Hastily boarding the carriage he lost his footing and after a few moments scrabbling about in the mess ended up on bended knee in the epicentre of events. To quote the experience in his words 'Oh f**ing lovely'. Yet he still valiantly took a hit for the team and stayed on the little end of carriage perch to warn fellow boarding travellers of the perils that lay within - and thankfully there was only a few future slippy near misses.
"Some nice guy offered him tissues to clean his trousers up, I had no tissues- so I just evilly laughed. It didn't really feel appropriate to take photos of the misfortune - but there is an artist's impression of events." (above)
Ah the joys of London Underground travel.
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