I can remember coming out of the pub on xmas eve and having a huge snowball fight with my mates. Then driving my Escort van (I was more upmarket than you Pete ) back across Bristol. I took the side roads to avoid the old bill but hit at least two cars (at very slow speed) because of the snow. On the Cumberland Basin flyover, I stopped the van , opened the door and pucked into the snow. At this point my mate had enough and comandeered the driving seat, he drove the rest of the way home.
My mate apparently had another kerffufle with some big dude who accused him of tampering with his mum, I had no idea about any of this as I was comatose in the back of my van ?
I wasn't the prettiest sight on xmas morning and I had no idea where my van was for the next three days.