t was then the full horror dawned. I was a 40 year old 6ft 5" tall naked man standing in a corridor 3 floors up in Stevenage outside the locked door of my hotel room. There was a small table with a potted plant on it in the corridor. I picked up the plant and holding it in front of my genitals started walking very quickly to reception. Stairs or lift? Stairs. It can't have been later than 3 or 4am. The hotel had been booked by the wedding party. Behind every door was someone I knew. I don't know whether I found this comforting or a worry. I could hear faint sounds of partying.