Saved by our woeful rail network

This poor chap went to a head shop and bought some Wild Cat bathsalts at €35 a gram. It was probably the most expensive bath he ever had. Silly billy ingested them instead of giving himself a good scrub and as a result he had a psychotic episode, ending up at railway line in the middle of the night waiting to throw himself under a train.

Well, fortunately for him, it's Ireland, and we barely have trains during the day time, never mind at night. He did however manage to stab himself in the wrist with a screwdriver, which he brought along as a backup plan just in case the train never came.

Naturally, he now calls for all head shops to be closed. Glad to see that he has taken a mature view of his own stupidity. Unfortunately for us, he is not the only person displaying a dazzling lack of maturity when dealing with head shops. Oh well, at least the reactionary prohibitionist lobby has one more member.