Bridges Hall, University of Reading

There really isn’t anything like standing outside in the freezing cold in your underwear for 20 minutes to get you energized. Or pissed off. Especially knowing that it was likely some drunk freshers’ idea of a fun time. Let me tell you, the alarms are quite loud in the rooms – which in the event of the real deal is a good thing. However, given that the alarm went off about an hour after I fell asleep, I woke up in a considerable daze – it is no small wonder that when I found myself outside a few minutes later that I was actually wearing a shirt and shoes. I didn’t have the presence of mind unfortunately to think to grab a jumper or my coat. At least it will give us something to talk about at Sunday breakfast – and to start rumours about who was seen with whom when the halls emptied out. That is what people love: gossip. It is an international truth. :)