Left in isolation, the vast majority of men really aren’t so bad.
On our own, we desire nothing more than to play FIFA, feed, and fantasise about your friends.
But when we gather en masse, ‘suited and booted’, chock full of ale and Bensons, a different vibe emerges.
A typical lads night out is ghastly. A revolting, immoral mess that would be compelling were it not so obnoxiously vile.
Here, three blokes share what ‘the squad’ get up to, given half a chance and one… Read the full story