Nights and mornings.
Many moons ago whilst living in Halls in Birmingham, I did a thing that was apparently a degree. So like most students when a major project comes to deadline, I started it the night before. However, the flat across the way decided this was an ideal night to throw a party. Not an unusual occurrence, but this was a bit special, rather than sainsburys basics gin and rola cola, this was proper full on cocktail night (the girls had organised it for a birthday or some such).

So there I was beavering away, then nipping next door to grab a free drink every hour or so, project was completed, I was happily non sober. So bed for me for the 10am rush to city centre to meet the deadline.

I crash out in bed, probably about 1am. 4am I wake up, this was November time, when it was already dark at 4pm. my brain didnt make the distinction that I haad only been in bed a few hours. I forget a shower, grab any old tat to get dressed in. grab my stuff and leg it out the flat.

I was 300 yards away from my front door when I walked past the pub, that would have been heaving at 4pm. It was bolted and shut.

I went back to bed. Pubs are excellent ways of telling the time. I woke up at 1pm and therefore got the maximum late hand in mark of 40%. Woo for cocktails! (I cant drink spirits!)
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Wed 27 Mar 2013, 13:39, Reply)