Sunday, October 19, 2003

...David's Date...

...is homeless (!). He was thrown out by his mother for smoking pot. He claims to have tried coke and all sorts of other class As but reckons the best high in the world is to be had by sniffing amyl nitrate (poppers), so either Irvine Welsh was being uncharacteristically inaccurate about heroin being as good as a thousand orgasms or this guy is really enough of a twat to think that getting a bit light headed, developing a hard-on and needing a shit is really a delightful experience. His name is Robin and his ambition in life is to fruit-pick his way around the world.

lol

He turned up with this enormous spade who didn't realise that David would be there and wasn't terribly impressed that Rob had invited some random bloke out with them. He was even less pleased when David texted me to say he couldn't stand it anymore (took about 10 minutes) and we all ended up in the gay pub he met the guy in. After he calmed down he bored me stupid talking a load of shit and David got to know Robin.

On the bright side, the pub served free sandwiches.

Rob says he'll be there next Friday. David isn't currently planning to go :-(