Does anyone remember me mentioning Iranian Marc Avery? He was the lad who claimed he could bend the female mind with the powers of persuasion and a quick glimpse of his yellowing string vest. He was the lad with a gravy blanched centurion snout and a butchers pouch underneath his iranian udders. We used to drink together at the start of University, and while away the days discussing our sitcom about two scorned fishmongers who fill their estranged partner’s wardrobes with haddock.
Well...in the frosted light of November, he vanished without leaving so much as a tear stained (w)ankerchief embroidered with his initials...........
....that is.....UNTIL NOW!
Just got a txt from my bench pressed, drug addled housemate saying:
''Muzzys bk. And hes staying''