Here's a nice, easy one: book and tv series:
Ever had one of those days where everything you touch goes disastrously wrong?
I'm a post-grad in a famous college. It's actually more famous for its cuisine than its research, but never mind.
I've got myself into a really embarrassing situation by falling in love with the housekeeper. She doesn't know - well, she didn't until I confessed to the chaplain and, as he's a bit deaf and I had to be a bit loud, now the whole bloody college knows! I'm so ashamed!
So I tried to find someone nearer my own age and, hoping for something I have never had before, I got myself some condoms - never mind how. More than I needed.
Lots more than I needed.
I suppose I panicked then, but I just had to get rid of them and the only thing I could think of doing was blowing them up with gas and stuffing them up the chimney.
Only they floated out of the chimney and all over the college grounds and the Head Porter has been frantically popping the things all night in case anyone notices them - he wishes! I should think the entire college has seen them! I hope to God he never finds out it was me!
It's like a nightmare! How much worse can things possibly get?