Back when I was running a Youth Hostel, many years ago, I had a guy turn up, about 12 O'Clock, one night, attempting a non-stop Munroe Bagging, for charidee. He hadn't booked, turned up with an entourage of young female helpers and expected me to drop everything, make room for him and generally bend over backwards. At least one of the young women was embarrassed enough to attempt to apologise for his rudeness and the astonishing size of his ego.
"Look here, matey," I said to him, "You may be out to make a record attempt, for charidee, but you are standing in about the most isolated Youth Hostel in mainland Britain, you didn't book beds, for yourself, or your support group and you turn up an hour after the official closing time, expecting me to jump to your tune. I've no spare beds and I'm not impressed."
I did let them stay in the common room, though. I wouldn't have let those poor misguided young women sleep out in the cold, the dark and the rain.