& I couldn't get back down! A little bit like when the 3 of us slept on the roof of the van, stargazing. I needed the loo. Pete just stood up and did it over the side of the van - it's so much easier to be a guy. We'd all had a wee drink of Jack Daniels... I couldn't get down the easy way, at the back of the van as Mitch had locked up. So, I had to clamber down the windscreen and then i got stuck on the bonnet...I had some logic - Nova couldn't hike with us that day as when he was young and drunk he thought it was a good idea to jump off something, & he splintered his heels. With that in mind, & it being dark so I couldn't see the floor, had no shoes on, I didn't wanna jump. Which of the 2 guys offered me some help? Neither of course, they were too busy rolling around pissing themselves at me! & while I was gone I missed the Shooting Star! Obviously I felt really silly in the morning when John dragged me over to the van to see where i got stuck - a couple of feet off th ground! Ahh, we had such a giggle up there on the roof!