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How cool was Will Freeman? This cool: he had slept
with a woman he didn’t know very well in the last three months (five points).
He had spent more than three hundred pounds on a jacket (five points). He had
spent more than twenty pounds on a haircut (five points) (How was it possible
to spend less than twenty pounds on a haircut in 1993?). He owned more than
five hip-hop albums (five points). He intended to vote Labour at the next
general election (five points). He earned more than thousand pounds a year
(five points), and he didn’t have to work very hard for it (five points, and
he awarded himself an extra five points for not having to work at all for it). He had eaten in a
restaurant that served polenta and shaved parmesan (five points). He had
never used a flavoured condom (five points), he had sold his Bruce Springsteen
albums (five points), and he had both grown a goatee (five points) and shaved
it off again (five points). The bad news was that he hadn’t ever had sex with
someone whose photo had appeared on the style page of a newspaper or magazine
(minus two), and he did still think, if he was honest (and if Will had
anything approaching an ethical belief, it was that lying about yourself in
questionnaires was utterly wrong), that owning a fast car was likely to
impress women. Even so, that gave him….. sixty-six! He was, according to the
questionnaire, sub-zero! He was dry ice! He was Frosty the Snowman! He would
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Will didn’t know how seriously you were supposed to
take these questionnaire things, but he couldn’t afford to think about it;
being men’s-magazine cool was as close as he had ever come to an achievement,
and moments like this were be treasured. Sub-zero! You couldn’t get much
cooler than sub-zero! He closed the magazine and put it on to a pile of
similar magazines that he kept in the bathroom. He didn’t save them all,
because he bought too many for that, but he wouldn’t be throwing this one out
in a hurry. |