We used to do one in the pub next door to my house. Old school, tatty, but it did have a fire. It was often a bit rowdy, but we did have some good nights, and those too drunk to drive (most of us) used to sleep at my house (all right, drink some more, then sleep) and then I would put stew into survivors about noon on Sunday.

But it got to be a bit of a hassle and we gave up, not least because the pub stopped serving proper beer and only had keg. The pub is derelict now and will fairly soon be four houses (two pairs of semi dets, the slums of the future)