I tried my hand at penning a letter for one of those mags (I'd just completed an English degree so I thought I better write something). Turned out I won the letter of the year competition (in a mag that shares its name with a popular small family car) which carried a prize of GBP500. Useful, eh.
So a few weeks later, once the cheque had cleared, I went out to celebrate my success at the Hatchet in town, and decided to pick up a fortifying Coke for walk home. Guess what was on the shelf in the 24hour Spar?
So if you thought it was weird for the pretty lass to sell you a single mag in the dead of night at a service station - the natural home of anon smut purchasement - imagine what the girl in the fairly busy Spar thought of the pissed up bloke buying all six copies of the same magazine with his Switch card, announcing that one was for his girlfriend.
Have yet to repeat that success...
