Hazards of Drinking and Sliding

A few nights ago, after many post work beers, deciding it would be uber cool to slide down the bannister of the enormous escalator at Dublin Heuston station.

In my inebriated state, I neglected to consider the fact that that my cheap work trousers might be made of a fabric more slippery than greased teflon.  I had soon accelerated like a greyhound out of a trap, and by the time I reached the bottom, i must have been doing 20+mph. Launched off the end, through the air landing in a crumpled heap, with torn trousers all witnessed by several hundred people making their way home.

Not my finest moment,