They were good nights. I remember waking one morning in the back of my car in the rugby club (Saracens?) carpark, no shoes think other well known carper chucked em in skip. Anyhow, Roger Smith had his bivvy proped up against the front of my car, we drank well into dawn. Well, it had to be done, i woke at around 10am and hit the horn, Rogers bivvy rose a few feet then went all over the car park, bless. He still made me a cuppa.