On the day of my 18th I smashed up my mum's car by driving straight across a junction while daydreaming. The guy who drove into me turned out to be a mate of my sister's boyfriend, and that night we all ended up going down the pub together in Cheam, and I finished by throwing up down the side of the same guy's car. He must have had some patience. The following weekend I had a party at my house, with my mum and dad sitting quietly in the back room and trying to ignore the mayhem, and only emerging to break up a fight as people were leaving. It was a great party and I kept the mix tape I made long after I ceased to have a cassette player.