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We were a group of party lads. Every week, a party somewhere in the city. It didn’t matter whose party, but we would all be going. A stroll to the Trowel & Hammer, the party hub pub, to get the sp on what was going on.... to where we’d be going on!

We returned together, those of us who’d not got seriously ‘lucky’. That meant all of us!

“Whaddya get?” Adrian’s interrogation would begin.

The answers, percentages, would indicate just how far each had ‘got’ with the fair sex that night.

Any more than 37.5 was bragging and undoubtedly lying!

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