25 years of age, I was going on holiday the next day, all my friends had gone the day before me, I had a wedding to go to. I had to leave the wedding early to get home ok to be up for 5am, I didn't leave the wedding early. I think I got in at 3am. Up at 5am, taxi booked to take me to the airport. Taxi driver had verbal diarrhea, I told him I couldn't talk as I was having problems holding it together. Flight delayed by 2 hours, god I felt rough! Get on the plane, managed to keep it together until the breakfast arrived, then I didn't know what to do...no sick bags, I couldn't work out how get up with my tray etc... finally kind lady next to me helped out. Managed to get to loo and was rather sick, but then again who wouldn't be - word of advice never put your face close to a loo on an aero plane - yuck! Air hostesses where bloody brilliant. Obviously when I came out of loo I looked like a ghost, I told them it was self inflicted, they were so nice and gave me a sachet to take with water, which was totally amazing as 20 minutes later I felt great - big up to the trolley dollies on that flight. To this day I'm gutted that I didn't note what was in that sachet.