Having read this thread and deciding that the folk in the camper van were decent people I decided to give them a knock and offer them a bottle of Prosecco. When the door opened the music of the Light House Family swelled and I was invited in for a cracking spaghetti carbonara. The people in there were friendly enough. But as the night drew on and the bottle of prosecco diminished. The disco ball and lighting system descended and the sound of Enya could be heard pumping for miles round. Sadly the lights bouncing off the disco ball caused me to have an epileptic fit and when I came to I'd urinated myself ruining my chinos. GET THESE MENTALISTS OUT OF HERE NOW!