Many moons ago, I was lying in bed in my flat, not too far from the beach, when I heard a huge bang at around 2.00am. Thinking it was the lifeboat about to launch, I looked out of the window just in time to see two shady characters running across the beach, up the slipway & run into the entrance of my block of flats.
Moments later there was a knock on my door & there stood the landlord of the pub I worked at & my best mate, Paul. Both of them could barely stand from laughing & one of them (I won't say which one) had clearly laughed so much, He'd pissed himself.
It took me half an hour to get the story out of them. They'd bought 10 packets of snaps and using some tissue paper used to wrap wine bottles, made a giant snap. There was a house than backed on to the beach, owned by a miserable f**ker who would have a go at anyone on the beach after 7.00pm & often called the police as it was disturbing his peace & quiet. Don't know why he lived there really as there were two pubs almost opposite his front door and a hotel with a public bar next door.
They'd launched the giant snap at his bedroom window, but because they were pissed, missed (thankfully) and hit the wall about 3 feet below, where it exploded, with a noise loud enough to wake me from 200 yards away even though there was a row of buildings between me & the beach. You could still see the scorch marks on the wall of the house weeks later.
Made the local paper but no one knew what had caused either the explosion or how a 4ft round scorch mark appeared 20ft up the wall of a boulding.