We’d just had another Wearmouth tea. Neil went for a bath because he appreciates the finer things in life. We decided, with the help of Johnnie’s penknife, to try and open the door from the outside and join him. Brian utilised his grey bin, filling it full of cold water. At this point we were all outside the bathroom door, being as quiet as possible whilst Johnnie did the business. However Johnnie’s hand wasn’t steady enough and Neil realised what we were trying to do. As Brian approached with the bucket of cold water, Neil opens the door, clad only in a pink towel, and begins wrestling with Brian over the bucket of water…something had to give. Seconds later the bucket was upside down and the corridor soaked. A moment of hysteria ensued. After we calmed down we realised the extent of the flooding and began thinking of an excuse in case security saw the mess. We were all quiet when Johnno mused:

“We’ll just say somebody forgot to dry themselves properly.”

Again the corridor was crippled with laughter…