mickey
actually he was called something else. He liked the nickname, happily oblivious to the fact that we called him that as in some places its another word for cock, or knob. He was age 28 at the time, and worked at the same place my mate did. Being a couple of years older than us, we thought he may be a bit more wise to the ways of the world than us. yeah right.
On a night out, despite our complaints, he'd go out in a red knitted cardigan that really showed off his beer gut. Any more than four pints and he'd turn into the biggest, most embarrassing knobhead in the world; One of those blokes that tries to pull every single girl in the club regardless of size, weight, race, or pulse.
His girlfriends got bigger and wider until he ended up with one who had to walk through doors sideways and wore size 28 clothes. I kipped in the room beneath his and when she was round it sounded like godzilla was walking around upstairs.
Back home he could often be found eating pasta shells and vindaloo sauce mixed with bisto. Most other days he'd exist on curry, not any curry though, always had to be a lamb tikka vindaloo, even after it gave him gastro-entritis.
I could do another couple of paragraphs about him not putting anything away ever or forgetting to pay bills but that's not weird, just fucking irritating, specially when he's fucked off for the week and the fucking tv licence bailiffs came knocking.
ahem
apologies for length and rantitude
(Sawdustman now with added giro. again, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 19:04, Reply)