“One Sunday we were in the pub playing pool. After about four hours, one of my mates was really drunk and announced he needed a walk. As we settled down to play cards he hadn’t come back, so we assumed he’d walked home. Six hours later, I was pissed myself, so decided to leave. Staggering down the road in the darkness, I fell into a hedge. And what can I say? It was comfy, so I fell asleep. Walking a few hours later, in the early morning dew, I was amazed to find my friend next to me. Turns out he’d fallen into the exact same hedge, at the same spot, five hours previously. His girlfriend, who’d called the police, saw the funny side. Well she does now.”