This was an all-night party - I'd been drinking for 6 hours by the time Monty played, and probably he had as well. If either of us spoke to the other, we wouldn't remember it next morning, let alone 50 years later!

And DAMN the Opposite Lock! About 1975, we were travelling through Birmingham on the canals, and found a nice quiet place to moor for the night close to Gas Street Basin. After we turned in, there was some very loud music for a while. When it stopped, I noticed an unusual movement in the boat. Bleary-eyed, I poked my head out, to find that we had been set adrift and were out in the middle of the canal.

Phil