Sharing one bunk room with six people has its drawbacks. Lack of privacy being the main one. One can devise a private shag-time system based on bribery and subterfuge (hiding your room-mate’s key so he can’t interrupt, for example), or even, as some friends of mine did last season, assign one particular room in the flat as the communal ‘shag den’.

However, when you’re lying awake with a nasty little headache and a burgeoning hangover at 3.37am, listening to your room-mate’s balls slapping against someone else’s arse in the bunk above you, you will understand what I mean. Those who believe they are pretty deft at furtive, silent, under-duvet sex in a room full of people, rarely actually are.