I was a student at the time so

Lodgings were par for the course

I'll never forget Balham and

Mrs Gleeson, or was it Gleeful?

She'd knock on my door late at night

Usually there was some pretext,

A dog barking or a creaking stair

Then she'd sit on the bed and

Offer me a fag

It was only a matter of time

 

Uninhibited is the only word

I was left covered in scratches

Some nights I nearly bled to death and

Left bruised in strange places

I would hobble off to the Tube

To meet my tutor

Troubled still by visions of that vast rump

Quite unable to concentrate on my

Second-year Theology