Staying in a dormitory in 2010 is not the same as it was in 1985. It isn’t the intolerance of age, nor is it the heightened sensitivity to smell (though 30 whiffy wet cyclists is an assault on the olefactory senses at any age) it is the combination of morons and mobile phones.
The first mobile phone alarm went off 05:10. It’s amazing how ‘Amazing Grace’ does not fill you full of grace when it’s a tinny ring tone. Did I mention it went off at 05:10. The bloke didn’t wake up. Luckily, I did. Unluckily, my drifting back to sleep co-incided with the end of the phone’s snooze period. The bloke didn’t wake up. Luckily, I did. By the third ring I woke the bloke up to tell him that his mobile phone was trying to wake him up. This proved to be a big mistake. I had woken up a man suffering from ‘Technology Tourettes’. He proceeded to swear at his phone at the top of his voice for ages. This appeared to be quite ineffective at getting the phone to stop ringing but proved very effective at waking the rest of the dormitory. It also proved to be the catalyst for every other unattended mobile phone to start chirping in a digital dawn chorus. Anybody who cannot work a mobile phone alarm should be euthanized in their sleep.
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