pub a friend briefs us with the key lines from her latest date. “She was nice… she was a hun,” she says. As one we nod our understanding.
We have now met this girl too. A friend’s BBQ is amped up by the arrival of late guests. They have, of course, been at bottomless brunch.
Within minutes they are waxing lyrical about the addition of eggs to a potato salad and have unrepentantly broken a table and passed out on sofas.
They too, are huns. Aside from exemplary anecdotes, how can we explain what a hun is? How can a hun’s essence be distilled beyond what that epitomises them?
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