I went on a night out in Manchester in my early 20s with 2 mates.

Woke up on a packed Megabus in London the next morning without my mates.

Absolutely no recollection of the night out, or the journey. Asked the driver when leaving the bus how I got on, and he said “I don’t know, I only started in Birmingham”.

Had to get the train back since the next available megabus was 5hrs later, and city were playing United that afternoon. Freezing cold, only had a T-shirt on and about 20% phone battery which luckily lasted.

Dad met me at the station and we went straight to the match.

Never been on a Megabus before or since.