[simmo9000]

Uxbridge, High Barnet, Edgware, all painful for a wake-up nudge from a rail worker at 1am.

Cockfosters was proper despair, and Mordor (or Morden) well... don't.

What took the cake though was flying back and arriving at Stansted after midnight and waiting for the 5am escape back home in the depths of winter.

London offered many memorable evenings for those silly enough to party in the city a while back.

Not drinking so much is probably a way to avoid the despair, but where is the fun in that?

[Digit-Al]

I used to know a female comedian who hosted a comedy night once a month. She and her partner lived in Morden for the sole reason that she has fallen asleep on the tube and got stuck there so many times that they figured it was easier just to move there lol

[aqueueaqueue]

I'm a vomiteer rather than a sleeper so I never have this problem. But I know people who slept and ended up in Cambridge.