Gibberish,
Whilst I respect and acknowledge your professional standing in the field of International Vomit Studies, I would comment as follows:
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With due respect, can I suggest you reinvestigate the presence or otherwise of the van to determine a conclusion with regard to the propounded existence of the sick.
Just like the Cat(sick) in a Box(van) theory.
I await your further comment.
(PS The van may say Bedford on the front, but these were made by Commer for Bedford.)
My dear Zarse
Thank you for that kind acknowlegement. It all started in junior school when I used to volunteer for sick patrol, but that's another story.
I am, however, slightly miffed at your comments regarding my observational powers. The van to which you refer has been there for years, and operartes as a mobile burger stall at the weekends when it can be seen to be surrounded by lots of pimple faced oicks at 1.00 in the morning, trying to get home from some night club or other.
It is to be regretted that my feeble knowledge of the illustrious Commer did not extend to understanding the relationship with Bedford.
As you say, Neitchian Logical Positivism would therefore tend to show that the sick was in fact there, and I unreservedly withdraw any aspertions that might have been directed at your mental abilities.
I would, upon reflection, tend toward the theory that whatever remained was lapped up by some depraved local.
Should you have any further need for analysis of, or investigation into, strange puddles of sick, I shall remain at your disposal.
Yours in pukedom
Gibberish (Doctor of puke studies)
