WHEN I think of Valentine's Day I think of the time the lads and I went clubbing on February 14 .
Picture the scene, 10 lads all standing on the edge of the dance floor, eyeing up the talent.
Little did the girls know us lads were running our own competition on the night to see who could score with the ugliest girl in the club.
We had all put £5 in the kitty and the winner takes the pot.
There I was, strutting my funky stuff with this girl, looking over at the lads who were watching at the side as they all put their thumbs up to let me know I was in with a shout at winning.
As I turned back to my female partner, she said: "You're playing that game, aren't you?"
"Which game?" I said, panicking at the thought she might know what I was up to.
"Where you have to score with the ugliest person in the club."
Oh No, I thought. "Look, I'm sorry but it wasn't my idea."
She said: "It's OK. Don't worry. I'm playing it with my mates too!"
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