wow, tonight, for the first time ever, I worried that I was actually going to get attacked by a drunkard. got accosted by a proper big rugby playing student who was relatively good natured but also a bit threatening too. he kept grabbing me, bear hugging me and trying to kiss me - thankfully his dexterity was impared so I kept managing to wriggle out and escape and carry on walking. I don't think he thought he was being scarey but I suspect if I'd been less, hmm, 'me' I'd have been quite worried. I was slightly chilled by his suggestion that it didn't matter if I had a boyfriend cos they weren't here and anyway he was strong so could do what he wanted. nice. kept him sweet - pointed him in the direction of his halls of residence and made sure he didn't follow me.
but yerk. not good.
but yerk. not good.