No, but how about the great man in my Moke outside the Bayuca, Jonny and Tina Stagnetto ran it, in Gibraltar. ( Stunning onion soup with huge lumps of bread).Malim later fell out after a particularily nifty bit of driving on my part to avoid the Military Police (who had quite accurately surmised that we had stolen an army officers mess armchair to put in the back to make Rob W more comfortable in deference to his paddedness), and rubbed all the pattern off his blazer buttons and broke his designer sunglasses whilst sliding down the road unaccompanied. You may remember that I only had the Moke on board as I needed something to tow my boat. Happy Days. Perhaps one day I will tell you how I fell out of the Moke in Helston, whilst driving it, at Peter Craigs Leaving do.