Many years ago after been told to get out of the night club as it was closing up we staggered our way down stairs and into the street. usually at this time and spot taxis would roll up you get in and tell em to take you home. Nothing for a while and then a car rolled up and stopped right in front of me. Without really thinking , and on drunken auto pilot, I opened the door and got in. " st peters road please mate" I said and the driver replied" get the fuck out of my car!" genuinely confused and drunk i said thats not very nice is it. At which point he got out walked around the car and dragged me out onto the pavement and dumped me there. At this point a couple of the bouncers of the club came out and got in and drove off. My mate kevin thought it was hilarious. " you twat thats the head bouncers car" ahhh i thought that'll explain why I am down here on the concrete then.