March 2009. It was on a coach and up to Liverpool, via Manchester, to research our next project. We were booked in to a hostel just around the corner from the Liverpool students union and shown to our rooms. Not the Egyptian cotton sheets and en-suite bathrooms I am used to, but in order to get a real feeling of student life it was bunk beds for 10, polyester sheets and one shared bathroom. Then to top it off, a couple of the guys decided to have a farting competition at 3 in the morning. So it was up early and out of the shower as quickly as possible.
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