Following a business meeting with a trip up to Birmingham for the meeting in villa park, then back down south and having a night out with the ladies for one of their birthdays, we ended up heading for the clubs (or what Salisbury offers as clubs) but passing the local lap establishment the ladies attracted the attention of the security and opted for 'a laugh' instead.
This was coincidentally the day that my buddy took delivery of a parcel, he lived around the corner, and I told him when people eventually decided where we were going id him a shout. Unfortunately you are not permitted to use mobile phones in there, (I could have nipped downstairs but I became distracted)
Come the early hours of the morning an intoxicated tom knocked on his door and checked out his shiney new, low serial number, one of the first batch of sp8s in the country.
(** the original plan was I would check it out, lube it & prepare for its first air up as you could blow the regulator straight out of the box if it wasn't set right - he still handed it to me for me to do that, a wise tom just put it back in the box and said to call me in a couple of days **)
I believe he only sold it in the last couple of years.
He should have hung onto that sp8 if they can be sold at that price these days!