Hello and welcome back to Dark History's Christmas Campfire 2022. I hope you all had

a fantastic Christmas and you know you're having a nice holiday. I've got no idea what

day it is. It's that weird sort of limbo between Christmas and New Year where everything

just sort of melds into one but I'm having a nice time so that's good. Today we're going

to do part two of the Christmas campfire. I have many many more stories that are not

going to make it into part one or two and I think what I'll do with them is do a campfire

episode later in the year and just drop it like when it feels appropriate at some time

as that sort of little bonus because there's just so many stories this year which is amazing

but yeah we'll just never get through them all this rate so I'll do a sort of bonus

campfire later on maybe sort of springtime with the other stories. With that said, let's

jump into some Christmas campfire tales to hopefully help you while away your evenings

between say this weird limbo period. So the first story comes from Nick. Nick says during

my first year of my degree course I lodged with a lovely retired couple Anne and Rowland

who had always lived in their locuary of Worcester. They were quite happy for me to come and

go through a side door in their house and as long as I behaved they gave him the freedom

to enjoy university life. As the term moved on we formed a good relationship. They enjoyed

the extra money from renting out a spare room and I was relatively sensible for a 19 year

old living away from home so we get on well. Apart from one night when I got back home

in a state after a night out with my new college rugby team mates, our lodging arrangements

were working out fine. My experience occurred in the early spring. I'd stayed later than

planned at my mates dorm watching a film but when it finished well after midnight I decided

I'd go back to my lodgings as I had a lecture and tutorial in the morning and by that

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