After a few minutes of this Ronnie had joined the suffering monster. He'd come up on deck when he heard the bass retching because he thought there was a major storm on the cards, and there was nothing that Ronnie enjoyed more than a good thunder and lightning show (except for booze, girls, fags, lazing about, going invisible and scaring people, going invisible and scaring anything at all, gambling, flirting with the law, flirting with anything in a dress, and a couple of hands of no limit Bugger Me).
He slapped Flug on the back and gazed over the side, sympathising with the big guy's predicament. Ronnie had seen, and been subject to, some spectacular bouts of abdominal gymnastics in the past, but what Flug was ejecting from his body bore no resemblance to anything that he'd ever witnessed
