In 1975 I was letting out motor boats and rowing boat to the grockles (holiday makers) on the harbour at Paignton. This lovely girl came along in the late afternoon selling the local paper. She asked me if I would like to buy a paper I replied no thank you but I would like a date for Friday night. She replied no chance all my work mates and some boat boys all laughed and took the piss out of me. So I bet them all a fiver I would get that date. I went up to the red box where all the papers were stored and she would stand and gave it some charm. I got the date for Friday night, she was 16 I was