This is the best bit of what I sent off to Queen's University, Belfast. It was my first attempt at writing a comedy sketch, and since then I've been itching to write more. Incidentally, I noticed a typo in there (I'd accidentally spelled 'writhing' as 'writing'). I know that typos are usually all it takes for English department admissions tutors to toss a piece in the rejection pile, but I can still hope that a minor error will be forgiven. After all, I'm not like Robert. Last time I checked, I was pretty much a Pete. Er - just female and in possession of a few more pairs of trousers...

( In which Pete wakes up with a headache and minus one pair of trousers. )