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Interesting time in the pub last night. After watching the live band we headed down the road for a last pint. Five men - two Scotsmen, an Italian, a German and a Cypriot, - plus Ms X, who was tagging along with Stanley. X, who I had never met before, had had a few glasses of wine and was in outrageous form. At some point she decided to unbutton her blouse and show us her brand new La Sensa bra - a splendid, and suitably voluminous, black lacy affair - but before anyone could stop her she had removed it completely. Result: all six of us swiftly ejected onto the street. 'Don't you like my bosoms?', X had asked the bar manager, to which he replied: 'This is a pub, not a strip joint'. I haven't laughed as much in ages, especially at X asking Stanley, under the withering gaze of the manager, if he could help her get her tits back into the bra.