SJD, a long time ago I started flying on the Chippy with London UAS at White Waltham; picture the scene on Sat morning, as I clamber into the cockpit, still squiffy from the night before's fun and games. I'm wearing my UAS issue (very baggy) flying suit, big shiny boots, cloth inner helmet and silver bonedome, with the oxy mask that smells like the inside of your oldest pair of wellies. My flying gloves are not the issue ones (none in stores at the time), but a very natty pair of Jackie Stewart black leather racing gloves (with the perforated back - more of which later). My QFI springs into the rear cockpit, full of the joys of spring and tells me to fire her up. I duly pull the chain to fire the cartridge starter (12 bore, I think) and the acrid, pungent smoke wafts straight back in my face, not helping at all; squiffiness is now replaced by queasiness. But we get airborne OK and set sail for the Lambourne Downs. After a couple of stalls and spins, I have to barf; but I've forgotten the barf bag, so in desperation peel off one of my gloves, aiming to fill it, then use the natty velcro straps to seal it up, no problem. Unfortunately, as I shoot my 70 proof stomach contents into the glove, its perforated holes come into play and the strained contents are neatly jetted all over me and the cockpit. We arrive back at White Waltham, after what seems like a week. After landing, QFI stalks off and I'm detailed to clean things up. It didn't happen again.