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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Founder</strong> | Wednesday 23 February 2011<br />
31<br />
Undergraduated<br />
Nicholas Blazenby<br />
I am here to tell you all that every<br />
once in a while a man shoots way<br />
above his weight and scores. Now<br />
I’m an average looking guy with<br />
good taste in clothes, music and<br />
newspapers and I usually get fairly<br />
average looking women with bee<br />
sting breasts and an irritating sense<br />
of humour. My motto has always<br />
been if they talk to me then they’re<br />
fair game. This, however, somewhat<br />
changed last week.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Rower had invited me to a<br />
joint birthday/Valentine’s party he<br />
was having with some bloke from<br />
his course. It was at a proper party<br />
house in <strong>The</strong> Green and by the time<br />
I arrived with my bottle of Jacques<br />
and a belly full of Crosslands’ J.D.<br />
and coke the party had definitely<br />
started. Nobody answered the<br />
door so I went round the back. As<br />
I skulked round the corner I was<br />
spotted by <strong>The</strong> Rower.<br />
“Nic! Mate!” He yelled. “Let’s get<br />
you DRINKING!”<br />
I waved my fruity cider in front<br />
of him and he grinned then swayed<br />
a bit. He was only wearing his<br />
boxers and a tiny, pink girl’s vest<br />
top that barely covered his chest.<br />
I think he might be a bit…you<br />
know… suppressed, because he<br />
dresses up in girls clothes at every<br />
opportunity and makes out with<br />
guys then blames it on the alcohol.<br />
He’s a very macho guy and does<br />
loads of sports and manly things,<br />
but he does have the legs for Drag.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Rower wandered back<br />
indoors and I spotted a space on<br />
the wall between the patio and the<br />
“lawn” (i.e. dried out mud with<br />
various bits of barbequed debris<br />
from last summer and a bizarre collection<br />
of traffic signs (some from<br />
overseas it seemed) in amongst<br />
copulating couples). I opened my<br />
drink and downed half in an effort<br />
to avoid talking to the strangers all<br />
around me.<br />
I took a deep breath then turned<br />
to strike up a conversation with the<br />
person next to me. Unfortunately I<br />
got the shock of my life when I was<br />
faced with a girl mid-breakdown.<br />
She had vomit on her chin and was<br />
crying so much her make up looked<br />
like a Scream mask. This party was<br />
starting to seem like a really bad<br />
idea.<br />
As she was convulsing out the<br />
words “My boyfriend dumped me<br />
for…” and putting her arms around<br />
my shoulders someone came up to<br />
us.<br />
9. Erection<br />
Special<br />
“Greg! It’s so good to see you!<br />
Coming in for a drink?”<br />
I looked up in surprise and was<br />
presented with a rather mature,<br />
sober looking girl with blonde hair<br />
and wearing a polo shirt and jeans.<br />
I then noticed she was holding a<br />
near empty bottle of wine so maybe<br />
she wasn’t that sober.<br />
“Hi, er yeah…” I said rather unconvincingly.<br />
“Why don’t you come inside,<br />
mate?” she replied and motioned<br />
her head towards the Bunny Boiler<br />
looking at me with glazed eyes.<br />
I finally got the message and<br />
gently placed the drunk girl on the<br />
floor. I followed my mystery rescuer<br />
into the house, thanked her for<br />
helping me and told her my actual<br />
name. I think she may have said I<br />
looked like a distraught little lamb<br />
and she’d felt sorry for me. A real<br />
manly start, then.<br />
We found a spare seat and half<br />
on a sofa and squeezed into it. I<br />
looked down at her chest (force<br />
of habit) and two things struck<br />
me. Firstly she had “New Lyell”<br />
stitched on her shirt and secondly<br />
she had THE biggest bosom I have<br />
ever witnessed that close up in my<br />
life. Now the New Lyell thing has<br />
puzzled me for a while. I’ve seen<br />
people on campus with those shirts<br />
on and always wondered what the<br />
fucking hell they were up to. Were<br />
they interested in building because<br />
of the little hammer thing? Or was<br />
it Holloway’s not-so-secret society?<br />
She explained what it actually<br />
meant, but to be honest the size of<br />
her knockers distracted me for the<br />
rest of the evening and I’ve forgotten<br />
what she told me.<br />
Now, these boobs weren’t just<br />
large, they were excessive. And they<br />
looked so inviting, like an actual<br />
pillow from that Brim Full of Asher<br />
song. Turns out she was on her<br />
third bottle of wine so didn’t really<br />
notice me staring at her chest (I<br />
literally could not avoid it) and was<br />
a postgrad student. Older women<br />
for the win.<br />
This Postgrad with Giant<br />
Pendulums of Bliss chatted to me<br />
quite a lot, in fact for the rest of the<br />
night and we got on like <strong>Founder</strong>s<br />
toasters on fire. <strong>The</strong>re was a slight<br />
awkward incident when Usher’s<br />
classic anthem ‘U Remind Me’<br />
came on and she went all nostalgic<br />
and emotional and suddenly kissed<br />
me. Obviously I was over the moon<br />
that she made the first move but I<br />
Photo: Flickr/seier+seier<br />
had just taken a gulp from a vodka<br />
and coke I’d found abandoned on<br />
my way back from the toilet, so<br />
during the kiss the beverage somehow<br />
transferred from my mouth to<br />
hers. As we parted lips she stared at<br />
me and slowly swallowed the drink<br />
that had spontaneously arrived in<br />
her mouth. I looked on wide eyed<br />
and braced for a good slap. But she<br />
just burst out laughing and went<br />
outside.<br />
I followed and got her number.<br />
I also got a sneaky fumble on the<br />
‘lawn’ and let’s just say I might be<br />
getting more intimately acquainted<br />
with those delicious orbs of boob<br />
jelly in the not too distant future.<br />
Who needs friends when you’ve got<br />
gigantic lady floatation aids at your<br />
disposal.<br />
God, I love boobs.