06:29

I lived on campus. The results of this report do not surprise me.

At some point in the pub crawl, usually on the walk between pubs two and three, one of the guys at the front of the group would tip their head back and start singing: “I wish all the women.”

It’s a classic rhyming song, where the lead singer makes observations like, ‘I wish all the women/were waves in the ocean/and if I was a surfer/I’d ride them with my motion,’ and everybody else sings it back.

By the train ride home even the most devoted singers would have run out of verses and switched to ‘Beastiality is best’. The hook is everybody chanting: “Beastiality is best, boys, beastiality is best. Fuck a wallaby!”

My two years living at a residential college at an Australian university were some 10 years ago now, so I can only remember what we were supposed to do to an owl.

Details about the culture of sexual harassment and prevalence sexual assault at residential colleges contained in the AHRC report were appalling, but they did not surprise me. That’s just O-week. We had a golden bed springs award.

I liked living at college. I was new to the city and did not know anyone and at college I had ready-made friends, some of whom remain close friends now.

It’s only later that you think about what happened and realise it’s not normal. The Eagle Rock thing? We did that. There was a weekly newsletter about who had slept with who. Everyone told rape jokes. We drank so much we couldn’t move.

People who did not join in were ostracised. I remember one occasion where a woman from another hall said she had been raped from a male from our hall. The universal judgment was that she was a slut, she was just making it up. Women did that all the time, didn’t they?