Rich: I used to hang out with New Zealanders in London. They had a similar
pastime called the “chunder run.” It takes place on a rugby pitch, or
rather around it. Dressed in rugby kit, you have to run round the perimeter
of the field, stopping on each circuit to drink a pint of beer, until you
chunder (=barf). Last man standing wins.
New Zealanders are very inventive in their amusements, though beer and
chunder feature pretty universally. I recall a “beach party” in a 4th-floor
apartment some of these guys shared in west London. They carried bags of
builders’ sand up the stairs and spread it all over the apartment, then sat
around in swim trunks under sun umbrellas… in London, in December. The
sand, umbrellas, etc. were really incidental. The main point of the thing
was to drink till you chundered. (A.k.a. parked a tiger on the rug, made
the technicolor yawn, went to talk into the big white telephone, etc. etc.)