I was reminded this weekend of classic piece of stupidity and thought I would share it with you.
A former aquaintance of mine told me this sorry tale.
His first job on graduating from University was in the City. Now it comes along Christmas time with office parties and all the shenanigans that go along with them. He of course, only thinking it right and proper, goes along to the party being held by his employers, where he has a good time – although if the truth be told he guzzles a bit too much of the old falling down water, what with it being Christmas and all.
The time comes to go home. Our hero lives near Gatwick, so he makes his way to Victoria to get the Gatwick express which has a regular service running through the night ending in Brighton. What can go wrong?
Well, it all starts to unravel when Our hero falls asleep before he gets to Gatwick and wakes up in Brighton. He is clearly upset at making such a school-boy error, but not unreasonably thinks the night is still young.’I’ll just get a train back in the opposite direction and alight at Gatwick’
Except he doesn’t does he? No he falls asleep again and wakes up in Victoria.
Back to Gatwick, he wakes up in Brighton.
He spends all night in various modes of slumber going backwards and forwards to Brighton and Victoria until at 6am. he finally decides to call it a day and return to work.
Truly a hard day’s night