| Many years ago in a large cemetery in Manchester, a couple of lads I knew back in those days had a wager regarding one of them spending the night in an open grave.
He took a bottle of Bristol Cream Sherry as I remember and got down into a freshly dug grave. There was no communication and the lad he had the wager with was to call back at six am with the stake holder and pay the bet if he was still in the grave.
The lad in the grave 'Mick' was quite content sat in the corner with his Bristol Cream, but it started to rain really heavy about 10 pm, it was a hell of a downpour and he was getting saturated. After about thirty minutes, and totally drenched, he decided to climb out, however it was a mud slide, no matter how he tried, the earth and sides were falling in on him. Stuff it he thought, sat back down in the corner and decided to sit it out.
Some drunk taking a short cut home from the pub to his home through the graveyard came toddling along and he fell into the open grave. He was well pissed and started to try climbing out, but also kept falling back due to the mud.
He was effing and jeffing and 'Mick' woke up in the corner.
"You'll never get out," Mick shouted.
HE DID.
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