In New Zealand we call them gingas. Strange name, anyway once a year we have hug a ginga day and there is a gorgeous one, and I mean GORGEOUS one, who works at the supermarket who I always slightly flirt with. So on this day we had a hug and she pulled out her diary, put another tick on the page and told me I'm number 52 and last year she got 76 (hugs!). I was rather kind of her to give such a breasty, no bra hug, to an old git like me
