Paris Texas. Somewhere in the 90's. But definitely on in the 1st floor kitchen. Its a warm evening. Early beers had been sent up and down Westen Rd the noise of big car with terrible music playing rolls under the window. Pete wanders over, looks out and reports back to me, washing dishes at the sink, that its Chris Ewbank's monster truck thing. The next few minutes, as it sat at the lights, we spent throwing blanched potato skins onto the roof of Mr Ewbank's daft car.  Happy days. Happy moments. Top bloke.