Mansion in Ascot, the parents had moved back to Nigeria leaving just the 18 year sooky son in residence. He was a messy fucker and stayed in a bedroom for about a month and then moved to the next one once the first one was filled with shit. Anyway, someone somehow knew him and told him we're having a party in his house. Well, there's me swinging from curtains on the grand staircase, scratching "E's are good" in to a roller in the chauffeur's cottage garage, puking in the indoor pool, that kind of thing. Well the sooky kid fucked off back to Nigeria soon after and so one day I rolled up on my own, went round the back, found a spade and smashed a glass door open. At that exact moment I hear a car pull up round the front, fuck, must be OB and my car's there. I walk round as casually as I can, only to find three mates had had the same idea as me, on the very same day. After that we parked in the golf club opposite and took 2 or 3 pieces a day for a year and half, until the place was empty. Then someone squatted it and it got badly burned one afternoon. Looks from google-earth as if it has been restored;