Sunday afternoon tea.
A long time ago in a very prestigious University I met a girl. Its funny how things often start that way. Now; I'm a scientist and have never been a media/arts person, so I'm going to apologise for the Engrish displayed here.

This girl (she eventually ended up with the nickname "Melons") shared a room with another girl at an all-female college. I got to know both of them very well. Eventually I split with Melons; possibly as a result of the said nickname but it was all in the 80s and I don't care now.

I remained friends with her friend Jan (yup thats a name change). I used to visit Jan every Sunday afternoon for a "cup of tea" and indeed thats how it was every Sunday for quite a while. We drank tea and did the student thing of "putting the world to rights". I never realised quite why I always seemed so mellow after these visits and in desperate need of a good sleep. Eventually I worked it out that the "tea" was enhanced. Nothing ever happened between us as far as I can remember but as I have mentioned I may not have been able to remember much at all.

The very last time this occurred was a little more scary. I turned up and we got brewing up and Jan then announced that she had decided to eat the rest of her stash just before I arrived. She giggled a bit and I remember being a bit shocked but we went ahead with our "tea party". I wasn't quite ready for the full on nursing of a girl with cannabis narcosis. This included some rather vile visits to the toilet and some restraining. As I was still under the influence myself, I did not think to involve any medical professionals until much later in the evening.

This was in the days before mobile phones and males were not generally allowed in students rooms after a certain hour. The duty porter was not impressed and was more concerned to make sure we were both punished for breaking college rules (hers not mine). I did manage to convince the duty porter to contact the hospital and an ambulance was dispatched. We both spent the rest of the night in Addenbrookes, as the medical staff judged me to be the next best thing to family (Fuck knows why, and remember, I was stoned as well). This was not the most impressive night I had ever spent with a girl and I have not been near dope since.

Bugger it, its a bit crap and it reads worse, but I've typed for so long (with one finger), that I'm going to post it.

Length - my little finger is about 10cm.
(gearanach #wankwankwank, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 22:24, 2 replies)

"a very prestigious University"
"Addenbrookes"

Oh, you must mean ARU.
(spaffwrap indulged his power socket fetish on, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 4:24, closed)

As this
was in the 80s (I think thats there), ARU did not exist but Anglia ploytechnic did! So, therefore could only be one University of a collegiate nature.
(gearanach #wankwankwank, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 8:16, closed)