To answer the OP: in mine and Mrs CCB’s early days, we used to call it “Going To The Woodville”. The story goes that we’d told my housemates that we were going to the Woodville pub in Cardiff, but we ended up going to my bedroom instead. Our housemates cottoned on that we’d not gone to the pub and so it became known as “going to the Woodville”.
This was maybe 20 years ago though. *Live Bed Show by Pulp plays in the background*