You know that feeling you get when you've climbed over the fire escape at a party and you're just getting into a good rythm atop an accomodating lady atop a convenient bit of flat roof when lights start turning on and off and a chorus of outraged voices rises up and it turns out that the large building overlooking the convenient rooftop is not an office block like you assumed it was but entirely residential?
Can't be just me can it?
Can't be just me can it?