Another evening in Wearmouth and most of the 3rd floor trooped up to the girls floor, angry about something involving Nic. Although late, the boys thought nothing of it and began shouting and banging on the aforementioned girls door. It must have been quite a noise. Suddenly we hear a door thrown open from down the corridor and out came this huge thing…filling the corridor, dressed in a huge pink dressing gown (imagine the ginger munter from Hollyoaks and you’d be somewhere near) …before bellowing ”What the f*ck do you think you’re doing?”….tremors soon followed as she began running (waddling) down the corridor after us…everybody sprinted back towards the lift and it was like a horror film as we waited for the doors to open and shut before we were all smothered! After a moment of relief and mopping our brows of sweat, we began laughing uncontrollably…that night was a fine line between life and death!!!