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The Best Places To Get Laid In London On Valentine’s Day

There’s a number of ways to approach being single on Valentine’s Day.  One is to deny its relevance, moan about it being a marketing racket for Clinton’s and spout a patronising diatribe at anyone who is enough of a lemming … Continue reading

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Why Internet Dating Is Brilliant

A requisite of being with someone new is that everyone will ask how you met.  During a recent relationship I took no little pleasure in the look I got from most people when I told them I met my girlfriend … Continue reading

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Shauna, or The Worst Shag I Ever Had

I was camping in Wales with a few mates, on a shocking excuse for a holiday.  We went out in Tenby, and got back in the threes.  I hadn’t got laid in three months. Across the other side of the … Continue reading

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Caroline #2

I was going to Green Man festival on the Friday.  The day before, me and the girl I thought I was going to marry broke up.  I had the bit between my teeth. Me and Caroline met in the crowd … Continue reading

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Caroline

Last night I went out with Caroline. We’ve been casually dating, on-and-off since the summer. I think she would probably like the relationship to develop further, though I’m being very non-committal and she hasn’t mentioned anything so I’m happily splashing … Continue reading

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Zara

I was at Camp Bestival with my brother and his two sons. We’d had a brilliant first day, pleasantly unsullied by booze.  My youngest nephew started the tantrums about 9pm, so we took them back to the tent, and after … Continue reading

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Lara

I met Lara in the Coach and Horses in Soho.  She had short hair, a sandpapery Northern accent and a chip on her shoulder.  At 36 she was 9 years older than me-a definite plus point. She was clearly extremely … Continue reading

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