Chris and I went with Sarah (yes, Chris went somewhere with Sarah - it can't be all that bad) and her flatmate, Kate, to the Radcliffe Arms for dinner with some of Sarah and Kate's geographer friends from Keble. We returned to Sarah's flat, where Chris had headache (which I can only assume was genuine, since even he would sink so low as to use such a cliché to get out of being sociable). He also made the fatal error of leaving the toilet seat up in a flat with two girls in it. He was made to put it down again. Before leaving, I struck a blow against feminism and put the toilet seat up, before running for it before the Wrath Of Kate descended upon me.
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