How to make your teenager the twattiest fresher in halls: A checklist

IT’S almost freshers’ week, and as a parent you’ll want to ensure your child is suitably twattish as a student. Here’s how to give them the best start at uni. 

Get them a hat

Hats are the quickest and easiest way to look like a twat as a student. Trilbies, beanie hats, rastacaps and anything a Sherpa would wear are all good, and of course the classic flat cap. If it’s twattish enough for Guy Ritchie, it’s twattish enough for your child.

Ensure they join the worst clubs and societies

During freshers’ week get them to sign up to social pariah groups like the Christian Union and Tabletop Gaming Soc, not forgetting the university debating society. How could what is basically formalised showing-off in the company of arseholes like Jacob Rees-Mogg be anything other than twattish?

Sit down and discuss twattish hairstyles 

No shortage of options here: dyeing their hair a stupid colour, getting an asymmetric shave, white boy dreads. Just whatever looks shit, really. Don’t take them to the hairdresser there and then, though. They should arrive at their halls of residence looking completely normal then suddenly completely change their image with weird clothes and manky blue hair. That makes them much more of a twat.

Buy them condoms 

There’s nothing more depressing than a stash of unused condoms, so ensure your child has at least 60 as a painful reminder they’re at uni but not getting laid. It’s unlikely anyone else will see them, but they’ll certainly feel like a twat when they look back years later and remember all the shagging they were expecting to do but didn’t.

Help them pretend to be from a rough area 

For some reason, middle-class freshers always compete to be more ‘street’, and your teenager will need to join in. Help them memorise their ‘hardest’ anecdotes – maybe a friend was vaguely threatened in a local pub, or someone was expelled from their school for minor drug dealing. It’s pathetic, but it might impress boarding school pupils who only have tales of raiding the tuck shop.

Encourage them to be horribly middle-class

Instead of going down the fake street cred road, get your child to look like a twat by being horribly privileged and unaware of it. If you’re pretty wealthy, encourage them to think skiing trips, £15,000-a-term schools and private tutors are completely normal and average. When your darling daughter asks another fresher ‘So what’s your horse called?’ it will go down in legend.

Pay for a piercing

Any youngster adopting a ​​clichéd ‘alternative’ look will want a piercing, and luckily there are plenty of bad choices. Perhaps a septum ring with two balls resembling antennae? When it looks as if there’s something trying to trying to crawl out of your nose no one will question your credentials as a twat. 

Teach them to roll badly

Being able to roll a decent joint isn’t that amazing a skill, but does look cool at uni. Obviously you don’t want this for your teen, so teach them to do it badly, creating sagging paper tubes that go up like a zeppelin. When they’re sitting in halls passing round a collapsing, unsmokeable joint shedding big lumps of resin, they definitely will look like a twat.

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Moving the seat and mirrors will make him think of me

On the rare occasions when I’m not in Steve’s thoughts, him trying to squeeze into the car because I’ve moved the seat up, the steering wheel down and the mirrors in will remind him of me and how petite and cute I am. It will feel like I’m giving him a hug. And the knobbly seat massager I’ll put in will ease the pain from his knees being squashed and any tension he feels before he starts work.

I’ll leave a nice surprise for when he starts the car

What could be more romantic than to start the car and hear our favourite Coldplay song blast out? His Spotify account normally syncs automatically, but I’ll change the settings for it to play my cuddle playlist. He’ll love that and it’ll take his mind off the annoying little orange light beeping about petrol, or whatever.

I’ll give him the dog we’ve always wanted

We’re so much in love we’ve discussed getting a dog when we’re married, so imagine his joy when he climbs in the car and sees a cute doggy on the back shelf nodding at him. And on the other side, for balance, a cutesy teddy bear hugging a heart, saying ‘You drive me crazy with love’. How adorable am I? I think he might shed a tear.

I’ll make sure he doesn’t get hungry

Adding me as a named driver to reduce the cost of his policy is a commitment to our relationship I’ll gladly reciprocate by making sure he never goes hungry while driving. Scattering mints and Cadbury Heroes around his car will remind him I’m thinking about his health and wellbeing. I’ll also leave a bottle of water loose in the passenger footwell for him to drink and a surprise Love Heart sweet placed in his cup holder. We are the best couple.

It’ll help me look my best for him

Once I’ve finished using his car I’ll freshen up and look nice by giving my hair a good brush. Steve is so much better at spotting hair around his flat and in his shower plug than me, so I’ll leave any loose hair in his car for him to find with his sharp eyes. Also doing my makeup might get a bit messy, so I’ll write a little ‘sorry’ message in powder on the dashboard, or in lipstick on the rear view mirror. That will definitely raise a smile.

My fragrance will remind him of me

They say smell is the greatest sense for triggering memories. That’s why I’ll wait until I’m in his car to put on perfume. I’ll also leave a scented scarf around his headrest and my jogging hoody draped over the passenger seat. And if that’s not enough then I’ll put cute little Ambi Pur air fresheners in the vents, the same scent as the one he always notices in my flat. It’ll be like I’m always there, and he’ll love me so much more – if that’s possible!