I have shared a sleeping bag with him in his Van, on the banks of the of the Chesterfield Canal. Does that count? Ahhh, I remember it now, moonlight sparkling on the water, a host of heavenly stars, the gentle sound of the water lapping against the lock gates, and the quaint locals of the Packet Inn having a screaming fight in the car park. The sound of shattering glass and sirens was the perfect end to a perfect evening.