Growing up in Cirencester, students from the Agricultural College, where King Charles’ nephew, James, Earl of Wessex, is soon to begin studying, were akin to mythical creatures.
We’d see them in the pub, decked out in well-worn Jack Wills and Ralph Lauren (it was the early 00s, don’t judge), with hair that looked like it’d been dragged through a hedge backwards and impeccable manners even when completely drunk.
Upon sighting, my friends and I would whisper to one another, “That’s a student from the Ag college.” Sometimes we called them ‘aggys’. An affectionate term, rather than being related to them being aggravated or agitated.
These beautifull…
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