i once went for a night out in wigan and was woken at around 8am on the town hall steps in bolton.
i was sound asleep along side 2 friends, all wearing rented suits, i was wearing someone elses shoes (because someone else had stolen mine, he in turn had had his stolen by a passing tramp) and had a double donnar on naan stuffed in my inside pocket (stone cold, covered in lard).
none of us had any idea of how we got to bolton....and no one of around 50 people we were out with saw us leave.