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A sleep that didn’t quite happen - drove to the Scottish Highlands when I first got a driving licence at 17 with two mates. In the Cairngorms we were setting up our tent, when an aggressive gamekeeper pulled up in a Land Rover Defender, and carrying a shotgun told us to p*ss off. We obliged.

Missed the last London to Brighton train after clubbing in Croydon, so I tried to sleep in a 3'x3' ticket collectors box on the bridge across platforms. In Paris when just 16, I arrived late one evening with a mate with camping gear for travelling around France. We were followed into a huge...