When you're flight leaves at the crack of dawn

Our last night in London we of course go out on the town with Chris and Hannah, and by the time we get home it's 3am...Hmm we need to be at the airport in 4 hrs...why bother going to sleep? So we pack up our belongings in a fog, then catch a bus that takes us to Victoria (because the tube is not running in the early hours of a sunday), to catch the train that takes us to Gatwick, to make it to the EasyJet check in. We're all checked in and waiting for them to post our gate number, when- oh sorry, the flight to Madrid has been delayed three hours. We lay out across the airport chairs, set our alarm clock, and pass out.