I was 18. It was a wet February night 1989.I had been driving all of a month. I had been to a local pub with a few mates and 1 pint of larger. About half hour later bombing down a one way street, I came round a blind 90 degree corner broadside (my car was rear wheel drive) with a mate hanging out the back window approaching my local Asda only to be greeted by a copper standing in the middle of the road with his hand up in the STOP position!!! Oh shit! He directed me to the bus lay-by where they were conducting spot checks and proceeded to question me. Can you step out of the car please? Have you got your licence on you? I did. Have you been drinking? Yes What, how much, and how long ago? Half a shandy an hour ago. As he pulled the breathalyser out I absolutely shit myself and thought I was going to get banned for DD Keep blowing, keep blowing. Stop....... I was well under the limit. Phew! They checked my car over which was good and then he got onto the subject of passengers. Keep your passengers under control and if I catch you driving like that again you'll be nicked my son. Now on your way. I changed my underpants when I got home later that night but not before laughing my head off with my mates at my close call when we got out of sight.thats the only time I've ever been stopped.