So recently I started going to uni and there are a lot of chances with all the women wondering around. Yet I find myself wondering how exactly am I meant to approach them in this setting contrary to a bar, the same goes for work colleagues really. Any tips would be much appreciated, cheers.

Majikal makes a good point already about body language. The guy who answers questions sincerely, keeps a good distance, rarely touches the girl, engages emotionally with her, and lets her lead the interactions is the guy in the F-Zone.

The guy who is dominant, who touches quickly and sexually, who gets the girl laughing, having fun, who is interesting, and who controls the interaction is the guy in the End Zone.

If you are standing there doing all the talking, being all witty and intellectual, you are probably not winning. If she is standing there being all witty, trying to follow along, laughing, not knowing where things are going, you are probably winning.

Here are some examples from a recent night out. After about 10 minutes giving the stupidest answers possible to the girl I was with, she finally clued in to the fact that 1) I wasn't going to tell her any sincere answers to her questions, and 2) I didn't want to hear any sincere answers to my questions. I brought her into my world and gave her permission to play.

Her: So what do you do?
Me: I build things with legos
Her: Oh really?
Me: Yes, it's great fun, but it has it's draw backs.
Her: Like what?
Me: Well I have very strict hours, from 9 until 12 and then a 45 minute break and I can't stop until 5.
Her: Oh yes, that would be difficult. What kind of things do you build?
Me: Oh you know, boats, or animals, like giraffes and zebras (we were in the Zebra bar, so I motioned to the picture of a zebra). I adore the animals of the Savannah (I referred to the Savannah continually throughout the evening, have no idea why, but I pronounced in a funny way). Did you know that lions mate like 90 times a day? I love making lions. Lions are awesome. I also like to build shapes. blah, blah, blah

Later

Her: So what do you really do?
Me: I collect garbage
Her: That's interesting
Me: Oh yes, very interesting
Her: I'm sure that our country is the top of the garbage collecting world [she started playing along...finally]
Me: No, it's number two, it's part of the reason I am here. I've competed in dumping competitions throughout the world and I've worked myself all the way up. But it's not the best, guess which country is the best?
She guesses and of course she is always wrong.

etc.

Later once she was really playing along.
Her (referring to her son): No, it's strange, because his father is a huge black guy that I hooked up in a bathroom, but the bitchy nurses at the hospital switched the babies for this blonde hair, blue eyed child that I'm actually raising. It's a real problem for me.
Her (referring to why she moved from her previous cit): No, I had a sex change 10 years ago and moved here so my past wouldn't follow me and I could live as a real woman.

She'd often try to add to my story, like I explained how I was raised by wolves and tigers, which had given me some serious emotional issues due to their aggressiveness during feeding time, which she tried to add, so you are Mowgli, to which I told her not to be retarded, that's just character from a book.

This morning she sent me a picture of a panda, because I had explained that I am a love doctor for endangered species; to help them mate. I explained that most zoos go about it all wrong and don't create the right kind of sexual SPAM for pandas to get it on.

Anyway, nearly all of my exchanges with women are like that. It was great fun and from all the messages she is sending me today I can tell she wants more. Importantly my hands were all over her. I was holding her hand within about 10 minutes. By the end of the evening I couldn't even take my hands off of her without her putting them back.