The career trajectory of an Olympic swimmer, it has been reported, went into a steep dive when he began barfing in the pool during meets. Recently, at a pizzeria, struck by a bug, I began barfing in the bushes. It did not affect my career prospects though it affected the people around me, ‘Can’t you barf quietly?’ my companion proposed. ‘No, I can’t. Can anyone?’ I challenged.
. It did, however, produce a poem in which I compared the retching body to a washing machine. Like that household appliance, the retching and pre-retching body must run through its cycle before the cleansing contents can be disgorged and it, like the clothes, can then be hung out to dry.