BLEURGH

A horrible little anecdote for you.

I stepped onto a metro train last Thursday evening, heading into the centre to meet some friends for a drink. The middle third of the otherwise-busy carriage was empty, and for good reason - there was a big pool of greeny-yellow vomit spreading across the floor. Luckily, I managed to grab almost the last remaining seat in the 'clean' part of the carriage, although the stench of the sick still carried.

A couple of stops later, a little old lady with a younger man, probably her son, stepped onto the carriage. The old lady, seeing vacant seats, barged her way through to the middle in the typical manner of violent Russian grannies. Unfortunately, she didn't see the vomit. She stepped onto the vomit, slipped, and fell backwards *into* the vomit. Splash. Her son tried to catch her but failed, and nearly ended up on the floor as well. He did get hit by some of the splashback, though.

The carriage was in uproar - everyone trying not to laugh, or gag, as the old woman pulled herself up and tried to wipe the vomit from herself with the one little tissue she happened to have.