A friend of mine, spending a night out in Bolton, tried to get in a night club but was turned away because he wasn't wearing a tie.  He went back to his truck and got a pair of heavy duty jump leads from one of the cab lockers.  After wrapping them round his neck and tying a make shift knot at the front, he once again presented himself at the door of the club. The doorman saw him and said, "OK, you can come in but don't start anything".

He was the bloke who loved to sniff brake fluid.  I told him he was addicted but he reckoned he could stop anytime that he wanted.