Weekend With Withnail...

So, it's taken me a while to get round to writing this, but I thought it was worth sharing. Maybe it isn't, but it seemed fairly entertaining to me.
Last weekend, I had some wine and was watching films. Cut to 3am, I'm on the vodka, and watching 'Withnail and I'. I'm starting to feel tired and decide to just go to bed. And if I fall asleep before the end of the film, sod it, I've seen it before.
I nip to the toilet, and as I come out, I hear someone being sick. Obviously, they are not being sick in the toilet. I go downstairs to check if whoever it is is alright. I find one of my housemates, stark naked, throwing up into the kitchen sink.
So, here's where I say all the stupid things like 'Are you ok?' and 'Can I do anything to help?' and finally 'Booze?' (I then worry if he thinks I'm offering him booze, and clarify this). I then leave him to it.
I bump into my other housemate, on the way to the kitchen to make himself a coffee. I warn him of the naked housemate situation, he says 'I don't care!' and wanders in. I follow.
We then stand talking for a while, as our housemate vomits in the sink. I mention how, in light of the film I have been watching, this seems perfectly normal. My housemate (the clothed, sober one) says that it doesn't bother him, having naked people in the kitchen is just a situation that comes with having housemates (I *might* have been caught naked in the kitchen at one point. That is not a story I will be going into at this point).
After our drunken housemate has recovered slightly, and staggered back to his room (right next door to the kitchen: apparently there was no time to go any further, or grab clothing), I risk a look at the sink.
I won't go into much detail. Let's just say it was, er, yellow. With good coverage of the whole sink. Despite being more than a little drunk myself at this point, I decided I couldn't leave it for someone else to find the next morning (say, my boyfriend, or the sink-soiling housemates girlfriend). I then had the following exchange with my sober housemate.
"Ok, thats disgusting, I can't just leave it like that... (the film pops into my head at this point) I'm going in! I'm going to clean the sink! Wait, I need gloves! I can't go in without gloves! Its awful, its... there's..."
"There's some matter in the sink!"
Luckily, drunk housemate reappeared, wearing a towel, before I could find any gloves. He proceeded to clean the sink, I advised him that he had a bit of vomit on his elbow, and went back upstairs. Rather woken up by all this craziness, I poured myself another drink, returned to my film, and eventually fell asleep around 4.30 watching a different film. I felt rather sensible and mature.

*names have been omitted as having the world find out you threw up in a sink often embarrasses.