Goodie Bag

I go to the Freshers' tent with one of my fellow mature students.
We sign up for societies with relevance to our study choices, and some not so relevant.
I decide to join the Spanish Society, partly because I fancy the Salsa lessons on offer at €2 a pop and partly because I fancy the nubile young man on the desk.
We are both accosted by a rather large and enthusiastic male student and persuaded to join the Social Society on the basis that our membership card will grant us free entry into Copperface Jack's nightclub on Tuesdays.
How could we refuse?
We leave with our goodie bags, replete with condoms and Red Bull.

©Alacoque Doyle