The Legend of the Honey
The story of the honey goes way back to my first year, first term wonders. It was around about the late weeks of the first term that once upon a time, in the realms of the Warwick Lecture Theatre I saw set in front of me to my left across the way a somewhat very good looking girl. She was different in the fact that she was inpecibly dressed, over dressed really - for a lecture. She had a lot of make up on and really did stand out.

I always looked forward to seeing her in lectures, probably because the lecture material was not very interesting. She was easy on the eye.

Myself nor any of the other boys ever spoke to her. No point, girl like her was probably taken. Even if she wasn't, she'd have such high standards we'd fall over backwards trying to impress her.

Nothing happened in the first year. Nada.

Nor in the first term of the second year. The second term however brought me a wonderful opportunity to talk to her, and I took it. She seemed to be very intelligent, her accent was very much 'Watford.' Her name was Sarah and she didn't like going out and doing the student thing of drinking and clubbing. Not for me then. But anyway, was good to talk to her. Spoke and saw her a few times after that, she came to the May Ball - and looked stunning. She was also single. Which makes me have a new perspective on such things.

The legend of the honey will go on, as I always used to have a keen eye for spotting her, the lads will always wind me up about it. It was just a weird crush. But it passed lecture hours nicely! :-)
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