turn up at 6am. Tramp mud into the carpet. Invite your parents round before lunch and then demand they are given cheese and biscuits with gherkins. Or take the host and hostess for a forced march through hip high water to a fairground run by zombies.
And worst of all not let the hostess have any champagne because rats have nibbled the corks?
Well AIBU?
Or do you think that perhaps I need to stop eating cheese just before bedtime?