Re kipping in cars -
Years ago I played a bit of rugby. Our hooker ( the guy who is in the middle of the front row of the scrum for those who don't know ) and who resembled the Honey Monster, used to like a drink at the rugby club bar on a Saturday night.
He lived out of town so his habit was to crawl onto the back seat of his car in the club car park after the bar shut and sleep it off under a rug.
Anyway, this one night he was woken by a thief trying to hotwire his car in the front seat, obviously blissfully unaware of the 6'-4", 18 stones of hooker with a headache immediately behind him.
Suffice it to say it probably wasn't his best criminal decision ever...
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