Crowded in here

From a book Jo and Luke bought us,

Or what about the things they put in my cot? Some nights I get in and it's like trying to find a seat in an over-crowded rail carriage. Okay, I admit that by now I know some of the chaps who share my cot, but honestly I'm really only on nodding terms with most of them. For heaven's sake I'm trying to sleep in here, don't I deserve a little space of my own?

The same book had a chapter titled, "For Six Months, I Thought My Name Was Gently".