It's just a horrible place. I was glad to get away from there. There's plenty of horrible places in London too, but a little more choice.
Not very amusing. Everyone at the party who tried it for the first time fell over very quickly. The last thing I remember doing was finding bedding for everyone, which meant emptying my linen drawer of duvet covers and trying (for some strange reason) to erect a tent on the kitchen floor. Must have thought it was a sleeping bag. Don't remember getting to bed, but I received 3 worried texts the next day and found out that I had been dragged upstairs to my bedroom after collapsing on the bathroom floor. Oh joy.