Last night, rather over the eight, I fell asleep on the train home and found myself about 40 km away from destination. Same sort of thing happened in my yoof, going for an introductory day with the RMP ( don't worry, didn't join! ) when they were in Chichester...knock at the window of train, BR ( for it was then) chap in uniform. Where you going mate? Chichester. Well you've been through this station 3 times already...well, fuck, I'd come down from Jockland and was a bit tired....and emootional, as they say in Private Eye!