When I was in Colchester many moons ago...we used to attend a certain night club (Kings) dressed in our bestest shirt and suit. The blag was to pull a bird and convince her that you were anything but a Squaddie. Our plethora of careers was bold and distinguished. I myself was a trained Vet and a tree surgeon, which some may question the requirement for a suit but that was part of the game. Using my extensive medical experience I also blagged my case as Dr Bravo2nothing. Obviously the strength of the average Essex chick is not very strong in the intellectual dept and my curiousity has lead me to question the depth of the imagination that the 'average' squaddie can achieve. Therefore prey tell you sluts..