The South African chap who gave "The Speech" below had a cracking wife - she was an absolutely gorgeous girl in her mid-20s.
She worked in the infirmary as a nurse, where the couple were also dormitoried.

Rumour quickly circulated that one of the older lads had broken in to their flat once and reported back that they had a nude portait of her on the wall and that's totally true that is because they'd told their brother who was in the same year.

In the first month that she'd started, I think the entirety of the rugby I XV paid a visit complaining of "groin strain".

For which, sadly for them, Dr Whelton was generally on hand to diagnose.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 23 Mar 2011, 9:53, Reply)