Clodagh and Denise were the hardest drinkers I've ever known. These two Irish girls would go out for after-work drinks on a Friday and not finish drinking till Sunday morning. Usually we'd we'd wake on a Saturday morning and hear them still going strong in the lounge.
At that stage, if they were in a really good mood, they'd often be playing the car game. They'd put on cheesy French electro and walk around in circles pretending they were driving a convertible through the European countryside. Waving at the villagers, tooting their horns, scarves blowing in the breeze.