Pyjama Parties bring to mind fluffy slippers, white cotton box shorts, pillow fights and all-night truth or dares. Here in Linstead Hall we had none of that. Instead, I was dressed even less decently than what I normally wear to sleep and that was just no fight for what the other girls were wearing. Think: girls practically in their lingerie with bathrobes on, guys in bathrobes and towels with nothing else on, guys in boxers (honestly if you are going to try and pull that off at least have a body to show for it!) and plenty of beer and JD coke and drinking games. That's London for you! No make overs or gossiping... more like 2 hours of chor tai tee and then another hour of watching what I swear was porn but what the guys insisted was a sex documentary (come on! watching some horny idiots trying out as many kamasutra positions as possible in one minute just to create a new world record... and you think you're still trying to pull the wool over my eyes?... it was 22 out of 35 positions, btw).