“-Spends the entire time looking at her tits, completely ignoring the fact she can barely do her time’s tables.” Michael stressed, amused, as he recalled the story to his mate Oliver in the lunch hall, who, in all fairness didn’t seem that bothered. “Times. Tables. Olivier.” He continued with a roll of his eyes. “Just fuck off and do History of arts or somethin’, luv. Save us the bloody trouble."

You, a student in said apparently useless subject, turned to face him and shot him a dirty look. “Watch it, Gavey.”