True story. One night back in 1982, a few of us went to The Vic in Wolverhampton and we parked across the road in a little car park off a side street by the Prince Albert pub. Anyway Sam was the guest DJ. After a good night out, we went back to get in the car, and it wouldn't start - we'd run out of petrol. So the driver, bloke named Andy, said the only thing we could do was to syphon some petrol out of one of the 3 or 4 other cars left on the car park. He chose what I think was a green cavalier, nicked the petrol and our car started first time. Just as we were about to set off, Sam comes into the car park, so we have a little chat and then he says he'll see us again, and gets into his car...a green cavalier.
Oh shit, we'd nicked Sam's petrol and he'd got a long way to go home.
So Andy says to him, Sam you ought to check your petrol, apparently there's been a gang going round syphoning it, so he does and lo and behold, he's got no petrol. Andy then told him that he would give him half of his petrol so he could at least get to a garage. And so Andy emptied most of the tank back into where it had originally come from and Sam got off safely.
As we were pulling out of Wolverhampton, we got stopped by the police for having no lights on, and this Andy failed a breath test and me and the two other people had to walk home.
Those were the days.