Ah Bliss - I was a memeber of my uni's rage team - us Raggies are a mad lot eh!?!
Oh yes! The following year I was back at my "home" college in Lincoln (my uni days were split between two different universities - it was a complicated arrangement between two unis) and nothing quite so outrageous as cross-dressing went on in Lincoln, but a friend and I that year were put in charge of flannings (i.e. custard pies) - £1 to have your least favourite tutor or a fellow student 'flanned'. I have to say between us we were damned good sales girls and persuaded even the most timid and shy first year students to join in, because if they didn't want to do the deed themselves, as we came up with a scheme where we offered an anonymous flanning service whereby rather than selling them the 'flan' (a paper plate loaded with custard and aerosol cream), we'd do the deed on their behalf, sworn to secrecy about who our "customer" was. We raised a small fortune that year, and people would run a mile if they saw us approaching them (we rather cunningly developed a plan of hiding the flan in a box file with a big label stuck prominently on it reading "coursework", so no-one was ever sure if we were just going about our business as students, or stalking them with a flan hidden in our box-files!
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