My Mad Fat Diary - Rae/OMC
Rae’s in the Hare Pub near Harbourside with her uni mates. It’s a ‘Spoons so the lager is cheap but the place smells damp. English Lit has basically no blokes and only one fittie: William Hastings (the 12th probably). He doesn’t know it yet but Rae Earl is getting herself some of that action.
He has the most ridiculously posh voice, even for the South, and Rae laughs pretty much whenever he opens his mouth. It makes him blush, which is stupidly adorable. He’s clearly never met a Northern girl.
It isn’t Stamford. But Rae Earl is in her element.