First day of my new city for university started with losing my nandos virginity, extra hot dont see what the fuss is about, new flat mates invited me to what was called a freshers beach party, clad with pink swim shorts a vest and flip flops we started playing drinking games. Before this day most ive drank would be a glass of wine with a meal. Im sure they changed the rules to make me drink more, i got through 50cl of Russian standard vodka all mixed with Lucozade orange, i had a massive sugar rush so didnt feel the alcohol as much as expected, got the bus to this beach party. Realised flip flops bad idea with the amount of people in heals. Flat mates vanished, stayed till it closed at 4am got outside trying to find someone i recognised, was quoted 10 pound for a taxi decided against that and set of walking in thr rough direction i believed to be my new home about a hour later got to somewhere that looked a little familiar, found what i felt was my house number 37, my key didnt work in the front door, being kind to my new house mates decided not to wake everyone up. This city being mad about recycling have 4 diffrent bins, paper, metal/plastic, garden/food waste and everything else. Looked in the paper bin to see it nearly full (should have realised here something was up as all my house mates had only moved in in last few days) tipped it over as quietly as possible and basically removed all the pizza boxes and paper, lay in the bin on its side and made a mini fort around my head with any cardboard i had removed.
Awoken at 8am the following day by a group of 5 girls wondering why i was in their waste paper bin, head still spinning i apologise profusely pick up the bin and re pack it full of waste paper, made my escape. Walk to the end of the street look at street sign says H***** Drive, next street is H***** mount and then the next one over is H***** street where my new house is.