Can regale a few drunken memorys of a group of us leaving a drunken friend in hartlepool covering him in shaving foam, writing "bumfights" on his head and just for good measure nicking his wallet, mobile phone and trainers for good measure.

Eventually the next night guilt set in and we picked him up from a police station

Sounds awful when i think about it now...but how we all laughed on the way home that night and thankfully he managed to see the funny side of it.......eventually