James had red cheeks. My mates and I used his place to go and have a smoke occasionally. We all lived with our parents so we couldn't enjoy a smoke easily. I had passed my driving test before my friends did so I used to ferry us up to Wolverhampton to go and get stoned round various people's flats.

Once, when we knocked on James's door, he answered it with his usual red cheeks and nothing but his pants on and said: "Ooh, sorry, I'm just cleaning out my back passage."

A great half an hour was once spent round his flat, stoned, getting his cat to chase a torch light up the walls.