Please indulge me with your stories. This one time I had just finished work with a client and I was in sort of business attire and myself and my colleague were down in Canary Wharf and decided to 'de-brief' (or whatever bollocks you want to call it) over a pint.

Anyway I went to the bar whilst he looked for somewhere to sit and this business suit type guy stood next to me and smiled. I smiled back at him out of politeness and he kept looking at me. Anyway, I thought he was going to ask me if I wanted a drink but he saddled up next to me and said (in a very-matter-of-fact-way), "hi, fancy a fuck?".

Now yours.

I did decline by the way and actually found it quite refreshing how much he didn't beat around the bush.