I fell asleep on the train to Reading from London and woke up in Newport. It was 11pm at night, I had missed the last train and funnily enough my parents weren't up for driving all the way to Wales to rescue me.
I had no money for a room at an inn so I found a secluded car park where I decided the risk of getting mugged/stabbed was fairly low compared to the rest of the city, and slept there until the train station reopened at about 6am.
Woke up slumped in a puddle, in a world of pain, feeling hypothermia setting in, at around 6:30, so I walked to the station and warmed up in the (comparatively gloriously warm) outdoors waiting room.
It was not my finest hour.