Goodness but they were times. Escapades seemed to happen to me a lot in those days, but this was definitely up with the best. We ended up heckling David Blaine while he dangled from a crane somewhere near London Bridge.
We did some stuff together and left our prints behind, I think.
Mouse & I were remembering a possie night in York (I don't think you were party to that one) during which he broke his leg and none of us believed him. I remember prodding the break for comic effect. I haev teh shame.
I still have, and cherish, the trophy. It sits on top of my PC with a zebra screen cleaner and a mini-cutout of Danish black metal/folk singer Myrkur, which I attached to a clockwork Kenny-from-South-Park and march up an down my desk to amuse myself. Wile E Coyote floats above. For now.