Well, my worst aprez curry incident happened a few years back when I was working a job in Manchester. I had travelled all day to get there, leaving at 8am and arriving about 6pm. I hadnt had time for lunch on the journey, and trust me when I say this, next time FLY. Once I arrived we went to the job and was shown around, a task that took about an hour. We then went for a couple of beers. Now I swear, I only had about 3 pints, and not wanting to sound like a brag, I can usually handle around 10, so I was a bit distressed when we decided to go for a curry afterwards, and I was feeling rather queesy.
We arrived in the curry house, I do not know the name, and were seated right opposite a rotating fan. This simple action did nothing to improve how I felt, only making me worse. After ordering and eyeing up a couple of birds at an adjacent table, I familiarised myself with the toilet, just in case. The food arrived, and was very nice, but I didnt get past a couple of mouthfuls. I had to excuse myself rather fast and make a mad dash for the loo. Once there, to my horror someone was in the cubicle, and by the time that I had even concidered the urinal it was too late. I believe that the waiter got the rest of my party and they retrieved me from hanging off the urinal, after having vomited over pretty much everything in the toilet.
My embarrasment doesnt end there. They called a cab, and I recall some of what happened. No sooner had we got in the cab, than I had to pull over, and was being sick over some poor sods wall. My colleagues at least had the decency to get my curry turned into a take away at least. It doesnt end there though, although this is the last thing that I remember.
I awake in a field. I have no idea where I am. I have been in Manchester for less than 24 hours and do not even know where I am staying. About 100yrds away is a main road though, and there are some sort of group of school kids coming along. I am naked. In a field in the middle of nowhere with an approaching school, naked. I also had one hell of a headache. Eventually I manage to hide myself from sight and find my way back to where I was staying, although dont ask me how. I did get to finish my curry and it was rather nice, and although I dont think that the curry played much of a part of what happened, and I also dont think it was the alcohol, I personally think I was slipped something else, at the very least it does make for a rather amusing story now in hindsight, and it was aprez curry.
I do not know where the curry house was or what it was called, and I am sorry if it was your wall that I was sick over, but it was still a nice curry the next day.