A look at some of the people who are closest to me. And some of my family members I get on least badly with.
Mat Wells – If you ever meet him, you’ll know about it
I’ve known Mat longer than Kate or Mike. We were in the same school together, and whilst we didn’t exactly hang around with each other, I at least knew his name and that he wasn’t a total arsehole. Now we do hang around together, and I can say how wrong I was. He is possibly the biggest wind up merchant there has ever been. God forbid you should let him know anything about you, as he is the master of innuendo, and can make a seemingly innocent comment have the dirtiest of connotations. This has resulted in more than one of my friends (myself included) trying to fight him when we were drunk. It’s not meant nastily of course, but he really does deserve it. The thing I like best about Mat is the way he is always composing songs about Bean’s (another friend) genitalia, size of, or lack of. And the way when he’s drunk he sings karaoke with whoever doesn’t run away fast enough.
Tom Barber – Marxist, musician and proprietor of big hair
Tom is yet another person I met at Hamble. He’s a lovely bloke, and
a dirty ho (seriously, every time he passes a female they flutter their
eyelashes at him and say hello in a very provocative manner). A very talented
bass player, although this is mostly wasted on Jazz (or MMmmmmm Jazz! As he
prefers it to be called). Ah well. His dress sense is best not mentioned in
polite society, or even on this page, so I wont. One time whilst attempting to
down Vodka, he missed and got it in his eye. The thing I like best about Tom is
how he wears anything he wants without fear of the consequences. The Institute
for Research of Tom’s Clothes is now taking donations. Please, we need your
help.