One (male) c.16 year-old to another (female), in Borders, on seeing Germaine Greer’s book, The Boy:
Germaine Greer, ooh, I love her.
And he did actually know who she was. The girl didn’t though.
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Greer
Greer’s an old member from Pembroke and during my time there she turned up to do a bit of a talk. Women only, mind you, inequality which struck me as symbolic of the sad old cow.
Anyway, me and my mates came close to doing a mock protest, with signs suggesting that all she needed was a good rattling, but we never quite summoned enough Dutch courage from the college bar. One of my many lasting regrets from those days…