Ah, the old
death train theory...
A
phenomenon that also occurs at approx 6.15am from
Dundalk to
Dublin.
Same story, you've been out on a typical
Dundalk saturday night of
madness, everyone is home for the weekend, you arrange to meet up with some people on the sunday for a
recovery session in your local
public house of choice.
You have the
dinner down without too many problems, so it's off to the pub for
a few swift halves. Before you know it, 7pm has rolled around and you have to get the train back to
Dublin in half an hour. You are with your mates, having a great time, the
drink is flowing, the
crack is good, you have no clothes packed, no way of getting to the train. The decision doesn't take long.
Come 11pm and you are well an truly
gee-eyed, you stumble home, set your alarm for 5.45am. Wake up the next morning not knowing where the fuck you are, who the fuck you are, then the harsh reality of the
death train hits.
Damn you death train!