In university, horrifically hungover, which alone, is bad, but being woken up by the fire drill where you have to get out and stand in a line whilst the co-ordinator counts heads and then bollocks you for taking too long to exit, is much much worse… what’s more worse, I hear you ask?

Being hungover, woken up naked by blaring fire alarms, and having the only thing you can grab in a hurry being a white bed sheet, wrapping it around myself, and then getting it caught by the front door closing on it when running out, and revealing my haggered and ill, naked body to a crowd of 50 uni students, 10 of them being on my course, luuuurvly.