Eleven-Digit Pursuit
The lengths and depths Ryan will plunge for a phone number
A bunch of old people nursing pints of Mild and a serious lack of viable pussy are the main reasons social clubs aren't my scene. That and the wall-to-wall excitement: bingo nights, bridge evenings, and discos compered by washed-up music teachers. But at the request of the latest IT client I was fleecing, and the prospect of cheap beer, I made an exception. Turns out that was a damn fine decision. The building itself seem...