The medics get nostalgic

Tomorrow is our third RAG Blind Date. We are reliably informed by our tutor that Blind Date has been running annually since SHE was at Cambridge, and thus is at least twenty years old. This is pretty awesome for a charity event that basically relies on people going 'ah, what the heck, I'll just give it at shot' and kind of slightly hoping that maybe they'll meet the guy/girl of their dreams, but inevitably being disappointed. And then doing it again the next year, with roughly the same thought process.

We, obviously, are taking part - because it's Cambridge and Lent term wouldn't be Lent without an achingly awkward four-way date with (inevitably) three guys (one of us always gets stood up) who spend roughly an hour and a half to two hours gazing bemusedly at us while we act as crazy as possible; somewhere around the halfway mark, they either decide 'screw it, I'm going to just run with it' or 'this is the single worst experience of my life' and either join in the insanity (the former, in which case we subtly claim their souls for ourselves) or start checking their watch.

So, tomorrow, it is Joanne's turn to be stood up (leaving Felicity REIGNING CHAMPION at never having her date fail to show), and we are all going out for Chinese, probably, of which approximately half will definitely be peppers, just so that Felicity's date (and everyone else's) can judge her when she picks them out.

Blind Date is made even more hilarious by the fact that both Felicity and Geraldine are firmly attached, and thus could care a lot more about what their dates think of them by the end of the evening.

We'll let you know how it goes.
Love,
Felicity xxx