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“So how are you finding it, John?” he asked. “I’m really enjoying it, Mr. Brown,” I answered; it was true – I really was enjoying the work. “Call me Len, mate. I must say you’re handling the women a lot better than I thought you would. I’ve had young lads in here in the past and they don’t know what’s hit them. I like your style. You’re always polite, but you don’t let them get away with too much. Nice one, lad.” “That’s good of you to say, Len. I admit it’s a different kind of environment than the one I’m used to. In Loughborough it’s all blokes – well almost anyway. I suppose the handful of girls we’ve got in the chemistry group must have a similar problem the other way around. I never thought about that before.” “I like your performance in the lab as well,” he continued. “I know we