We've all been there. The morning after a party you wake up in unfamiliar surroundings and strange company. But at least you can leave, once you've collected your clothes and a few functional brain cells. How much worse to wake up in a fridge! Come to think of it, I seem to remember I did once wake up in a fridge. Someone had told me that ice was a good cure for the nosebleed I was having so I'd put my head in the freezer compartment and then fallen asleep. Happy days.
