You know that ‘morning after’ feeling, when the world is suddenly full of unexpected pitfalls that weren’t there when you started drinking?
The first time I had it in any major way was during my first year at university, and unfairly, I hadn’t even been out that night. On waking up to find the material contents of my room increased exponentially, I felt I’d been dealt a poor hand. Now, the humble traffic cone has, in the latter half of the previous century, gone from being wacky souvenir of a night out to a somewhat humiliating cliché, but this one quite literally broke the mould by being gargantuan, to the tune of not only being big enough to fit a small child within, but act as the kid’s semi-permanent residence for a time (and believe me, we tried just that). And in addition to that there was a broken chair, a sandbag and an unbroken chair, all to act as healthy conversational starters. My roommate had had a busy night.