So I just went to the shops, and as I was walking back through my halls, one of the builders currently I dunno, building something in the big ditch in the centre of all the buildings, just lying on a little hillock of grass, turns to me, completely unprompted and goes, in a slightly nudge-nudge sort of way: "you going to the party on Friday, are you?" (referring to the halls' end-of-year party thing at the crappy little halls bar) The look in his eyes was one of a mad dog in some sort of sick heat.

I just mumbled: "no..." and wandered on, but, at the same time, I felt like my young flesh had been somewhat violated.