“In the winter months, in a large sand quarry—at the bottom of which stood several hundred garages—after sunset it would become deserted. Rummaging around in a car in the cold and in the dark was below-average fun, and drinking—especially so. In summer, it was a different matter. In summer, even after midnight here you could sometimes hear muffled music, the clinking of glasses and bottles, and every so often there would be the smell of smoke and barbecue…”