Pulling is the new integrating

Pulling season is back with a vengeance. In a recent excursion to top London bar Tiger Tiger, both Pete Shardlow and the QA himself pulled smokin' hotties in what pundits are already calling a "quality night, mate".

Legends told of a dude; a dude who's pulling life was turned around by simple frequentation of this legendary establishment. Lore has it that he went by the name of Andy. Andy was once a mediocre puller at best, boasting the lady-charming abilities of your average Imperial computer scientist. Then one day, when the moon was high, he stumbled across a bar so rammed full of fitties that even the fabled beast of TBR could not have failed to cop off with countless beautiful women. To end the legend, our hero returned to this mystical cave of sirens up to three times, each time returning home with his prize of a lovely lady.

On hearing this tale, a ramshackle group of Physicists, Cambridgians and Alseburyites was hastily assembled from across the land. Donning their pulling boots, they headed to Tiger Tiger in search of some "banging tottie". After some heated debates about the manliest way to remove one's long hair from in front of one's eyes (the QA's "neck flick" lost to Marc's method of pretending to scratch your head), and about whose blog pun was better (mine was), they got to work. Their efforts were soon rewarded when Pete Shardlow racked up an astonishing total of 4 (unconfirmed) pulls throughout the night. The Quantum Angler, not of a mind to wear out his aforementioned boots in one night, pulled just the one smokin' hottie. As for the non-physicists in our crew, the QA knows little (he was busy).

To conclude, it would seem there must be something in the air at Tiger Tiger, where the ability to solve the Schrödinger equation is no barrier to success with a woman. Needless to say, we shall be visiting it again.