Houseparty on Saturday night, she was there (obviously, she lives there). We had a chat in the garden for a while, she was actually being really lovely, although the alcohol was probably responsible for that.

Anyway, she told me that she was still with Carleton* and that things were going well. About an hour later I was upstairs in the house and I saw her exiting her room with this rugby guy that she'd been flirting with in the kitchen.....

The door was locked and he was zipping his flies up!

Suffice to say, slutty leopards can't change their spots.

*Srsly! Conceived in a Vauxhall? That's my guess.