We won’t fully appreciate the warmth and comfort that the Trailer of Life brings to our post-Cindies wanderings until it’s no longer with us. Having moved on to the City or wherever, walks home from a night out will always lack the relief offered by an uplifted canvas to shelter under, the intoxicating aroma of a hard-at-work deep-fat fryer, and the friendly face of a bespectacled proprietor waiting to take your order and waving his tongs around like a madman.

Before I absent myself from this world forever, I took the opportunity to chat to Piotr Duda, the chap mentioned above. Like mine, Piotr’s relationship with the Trailer of Life ends this year. “My wife is running a restaurant and I plan to run it with her back in Poland,” he tells me.

But he has promised to return to the Trailer once a year for eight weeks to help his cousin: the Trailer of Life is a family business, and Piotr and his cousin are business partners.

I ask Piotr, who has been in Cambridge since 1998, if he’s ever had a few rough nights at the Trailer of Life, or if there’s anything customers do that annoys him particularly. “What makes me really upset,” he begins, “is either people calling me a foreigner or drunk people thinking they’ve got the wrong change. At the end of last August we had a lot of trouble.”

But to my question on what he thinks of University students he says there is “only one answer: they are most polite, most friendly, and very good people”.

Yet not without their own irritating habits; remembering the grin on a friend’s face as he placed an order at the till giving his name as Quivern. Piotr has had plenty where that came from: “People give names like Jesus, as well as very rude names that I won’t repeat.”

Out of interest, I ask at what time Piotr gets to bed in these cold Cambridge nights, “6am”, is the immediate answer, “and we start at 6 pm, but I sleep all day in between.”

I assume social lives are a low priority then, but decide in any case to ask Piotr if he’s a fan of Cindies, “I haven’t been to Cindies in over two years,” he responds, “these days if I do go out I usually go to La Raza or Fez.”

I decide to round off my interview with some Trailer of Life trivia, and find out that Piotr’s own order would always be a chicken fillet burger with cheese alongside cheesy fries and gravy.

I am less amused to learn what it takes to obtain a discount at the Trailer, having always considered myself slightly special for receiving 10 percent off. “Students automatically get 10 percent off, and very few of them know that!” Oh, I see. Eager to complete the advertisement, Piotr continues: “Bring your student cards along and you get immediate discount.”