It should have been a standard Saturday night. On the 2nd of November 1996, gangly teenager Damien Nettles headed out in Cowes on the Isle of Wight with his good friend Chris Boon. They’d been out at a party earlier in the evening. Nothing special. Bored, they’d bought ciders, taken the ferry to west Cowes and then tried to get served at a couple of pubs, underage, before giving up and going their separate ways on the high street. Chris would be the last person close to Damien to see him alive. Damien was 16.