Kirstie and the curse, Hull.
I lived in Hull for two months, just after my ex fiancee dumped me. I chatted to my pal today, he mentioned his wife, "this time of the month I get out of the house". Reminded me of Kirstie, who was by any definition HAWT. We became pals. She was engaged, a slim youth called John (from Skegness, Cleethorpes or some such northern monkey town). Nice guy. Too nice. Kirstie told me that if she was ever nasty to me it was "that time". The following week apparently. So I bought her a YUGE bar of chocolate. "That is John's job" she told me. Odd that I knew her cycle better than he did. Her Mum came up to visit her, from Essex. I drove across Hull and we had a chat that evening. Kirstie walked me to the door "You could stay if Mum wasn't here" Long pause. "John is staying at his parents." Long pause "You could have stayed in the spare room".