Licking fingers...
and poking sockets with spoons seems to be a recurring theme this week.

So I will keep it short.

After many beers, the 5 mile hike home seemed a good option to clear the air and find salvation in my bed. I was reasonably familiar with the route home, in fact so much so I decided that a short cut over fields was order of the day.

Now, in the middle of one of those fields was a large metal pylon, the sort you don't often get to see close up. I was fascinated - I was drunk - I like climbing...

In the early hours of what ever day it may have been, on my own, in the middle of a field well away from a main road, I climbed nearly to the top of a pylon - to within meters of the cables.

To think back now amazes me, and hearing other stories about people just touching the legs and receiving shocks makes me wonder what on earth I was doing... even removing the electricity element I was a good way up...

I got home, via a motorway as I got lost a few hours later - unscathed, but without my coat.

I do wonder what happens to my brain when I have had a couple...
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Tue 17 Feb 2009, 23:57, Reply)