My mate was at uni at Anglia Ruskin in Cambridge.
We went there for his birthday, about 8 of us, and when we're in a group like that we're stupidly leary, more so than usual.
We got really drunk, OK night in a few bars and clubs, back to his halls and about 6 of us trying to sleep in his room, which was about 7ft by 7ft.
Pitch black I can't sleep and decide I want a burger, I stand up carefully then slip on my sleeping bag, treading on my mates and tripping, knocking his computer off the desk.
everyone wakes and we go get a burger.
On the way back we walk past some of the halls for the proper Cambridge uni, the gate's open so we decide to go in!
We then spend about half an hour walking round the halls looking for a party, Daves party
(none of them posh kids lock their dorm doors, btw)
We never found a party but we did walk in on a lad knocking one out and a couple going at it.
My mate also got some proper posh cheese from a fridge in one of the kitchens.
Got loads of stories, I often find the walk home to be the best part of the night.
