At uni I went to a party and drank far too much (another story for another time), but I was informed (as I have no memory of the event) that it was Adam and Jim who took to me hospital (via taxi, which they paid for…including soiling charge…sorry about that), found a wheelchair to get me into A&E and then stayed for most the evening to look after a loud, drunken yob (I hang my head in shame). The next morning when I came to my senses and got patched up by the nurse, I managed to get a taxi home and had to raid Adam’s wallet to pay for it. Adam found the whole thing highly amusing and took great joy in taking the mickey out of me…he never once complained about my antics.