It started getting interesting today at about 2:30 this morning.
It was at this time that I was woken by the sound of my door opening, then closing. Looking up I saw a rather naked Dave padding into my room….

I took a rather British approach to this unexpected turn of events:
“What are you doing?”
“What, oh god sorry, er… ”
Confusion seemed complete. With a few more apologies and the accusation of being “a clever bastard” (?!) Dave left. Or at least tried to.

“I can’t get the door open”
“It’s a normal door”
“Yeah but it’s got no handle”…. He was attempting to open the door on the hinges side.
It was around about this time that things started to fall into place. Dave had been out drinking the night before. I had heard of situations where drunken sleepwalking occurs. I even experienced it myself (fortunately not naked) when I somehow got ‘lost’ in my final year house and stumbled into Andy’s room.
After a while Dave found the handle but was faced with another problem.
“It doesn’t work”
“What?”
“Pissit it must be locked”
“It doesn’t lock it’s just a normal door”
After a bit more fumbing the poor guy realised his mistake and pulled the door open.

I couldn’t get to sleep for quite a while because I was laughing too hard.