What is fantastic is he claims he has to.
He's in his late 40s, speaks in a monotone, is rudely sarcastic, only ever wears old stained t-shirts and tracksuit trousers, and is nicknamed Catweazle behind his back due to his apparent hygiene allergy.

If given the opportunity he will tell you about all the women he's shagged, and how all gay men fancy him.

What's amusing is, he's for real. I maintain that if you'd written his character into The Office, it would have been binned for being too unrealistic.

EDIT: Incidentally, this story is absolute win, by the way, and I've clicked it because it's ace and well-told.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 5 May 2011, 11:17, 1 reply)

I'd like to say everyone knows someone like that
but we all know someone a BIT like that, but nowhere near as bad. You lucky bastard.

Edit: Thank you!
(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Thu 5 May 2011, 11:21, closed)

I don't
Oh shit, that means it must be me...
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Thu 5 May 2011, 12:30, closed)