My friend and I once missed the last train home after a gig and wandered around a nearby harbour, killing time until the trains started up again. A drunk man (around 50yo, ~30 years older than us at the time) stumbled out of a building and invited us onto his boat.

We sat with him drinking rum for a few hours while he regaled us with stories about all the sex parties he’d hosted on this boat. I didn’t believe him but I was warm and had a drink in hand so I humoured him. He eventually pulled a lever near the front which opened a secret door to a sex dungeon, filled with all kinds of bondage gear and sex toys.

We then added each other on Facebook and my friend and I went to catch our train back to London.