I can't say I'm whiter that white, and yes, I've been drunk in my youth, on many occasions, and yes, I will have disturbed those I went past as we all climbed the hill to the squat, but in an hotel? Me? No.
Have I been so drunk my mouth has opened and things unguarded have poured out? Ironically no, I was never that drunk, just too pissed to walk the line without giggling.
Last night was a classic. Twenty rooms, each with one or two guests inside, settling for sleep and a very drunk woman in a skimpy night dress prostrate on the floor, screaming her head off and banging the door as loudly as she could.
This went on and on for ages and interestingly no-one opened a door to find out what was going on.
Out of concern for her and, let's be honest, the desire for sleep, I eventually went out.
I really do hate drunks. Their head space is so uncontrolled and quick to turn; their unpredictability can be frightening. My aim was to get it resolved as no-one else seemed willing.
But, what interested me was, why no one came out to see?
Is this the insularity of a multi- national hotel?
Is this a continuum of, nobody speaks in lifts, or says thank you if you hold a door open?
Or is this rooted in a fear of getting involved, not my business, it'll go away in the end?