Last night Kevin Craswell from Surrey had a few drinks, like so many of us do after work, and then he settled down for a nice peaceful sleep. Aaaaahh. As he drifted off, into the arms of Morpheus, as his waking thoughts receded and the blissfull dreams of a peacefull slumber overtook him a train passed inches from his head. You see Kevin had decided that his bed for the night wasn't to be situated in his bedroom or even a vacant park bench, oh no. That would've been way too easy for our Kevin. No, Kevin is an adventurous man, a spontaneous man, a hard-ball playing, dog-whipping, 'take me as you find me kind of a man' and he wanted to sleep on a railway track.
Apparently, according to the policeman guy, his foot was about, well - a foot, from the live rail (which carries approximately 750,000 volts) and he was using one of the rails as a pillow. Bless. How drunk must he have been! A passing train didn't wake him and nor did the Police helicopter. Now that's drunk.
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Imagine waking up to find yourself splashed all over the Evening Standard!!
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