I told this theory to Blackie last Friday night on the way to a party.

1. You're driving along (usually) a thin rural road

2. You miss your turn into a housing estate or house or whatever.

3. You decide you need to do a really shitty turnabout that takes ages and would piss off anyone who driving behind you, in fact if you tried it they might think you're just pulling in and try pass you out, but its too thin a road. So they're frustrated sitting while you try and turn while waving and awkwardly smiling.

4. But you're Irish, so you don't want to piss them off, and just keep driving.

5. You take a random left. They're still behind you.

6. You take a random right turn. They're still behind you. Fuck sake!

7. Eventually you take a turn they THEY DON'T. Woot! But now...

8. You've taken so many random turns you can't remember the way back, and you're stuck in a world of random rights. FOREVER.

Number 8 is a tiny teeny bit not in any way real, but it scared the shit out of you didn't it. Yeah, thought so. Dick.

Oh yeah, and after I told Blackie about it, we experienced it first hand, about 10 minutes later, because we didn't really know where the party was. Hilarious!