Staying at a guest house in Bournemouth

I did a terrifically beery shit when we got back from a club. I flushed, but It was still stuck to the sides of the bog and was a sight to behold. I thought it would be amusing to show my mate, but it was three in the morning. Anyhoo, I went and knocked on his door, and he opened it bleary eyed. It was then that I found out I was so drunk I couldn't actually speak properly and he didn't understand what I wanted him to do by my gestures, so he shut the door in my face.
That's when I noticed that my door had shut and locked and I was in just my pants on a landing in a guest house in bournemouth.
No problem, tho, I went to another mate staying in another room and knocked on his door. Half asleep he said "Come in", so I did and slept on his floor. Thing is, he'd forgotten that he'd pulled that night, so I got the sight of some decent breasts that night too. In the morning I made him go down and get a spare key for my room.