Thursday 8 December 1988

As we lurched towards the end of term, alcohol fuelled ‘revelry’ became the norm.

However, for one of our number things got a little out of control.  A Scottish friend of ours, studying a science subject, had been on the lash for far too long, had drunk far too much and was far too immature to know how to behave properly.  Truth be told it could have been any one of us, so I’m not having a go at him per se.  Fact is we were all w*nkers.

Anyway, the upshot of all this nonsense was that asked by one of the University porters to tone down his high jinks, our friend decided that he didn’t want to tone anything down and finished on his arse after taking a swing at said porter, who promptly returned the compliment and ended the discussion.

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