A warm summer afternoon in the late 1990s and, in FHM magazine’s office, we’re celebrating. It’s just been announced that the so called lads’ mag has achieved monthly sales of 750,000 and staff are flocking from desks piled with free gadgets and shiny photos — many of young women posed provocatively in skimpy underwear — and trickling back from the pub to crack open the champagne. I take a glass, too, and pause from writing up an interview with the presenters of The Girlie Show (to accompany photos of them dressed suggestively in skimpy school uniforms).
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