The nights out when you try and act with the most decorum are always the nights when you end up embarrassing yourself. Arriving in McDonalds at the end of the night, myself and my friends responded in a rather lairy way when a woman tried to get us to move from a table that apparently, she had spotted first. Never I have felt more like a Jeremy Kyle contestant than when the security guard walked over preparing to throw us out. I don’t care about embarrassing myself in cringey dancing/alcohol/vomit/ related escapades, but I am NOT getting kicked out of McDonalds.