racist twattery and redemption - sort of
Dan was a strange one. Massive stoner, mostly liked to lay around listening to the doors. A group of us hung out smoking pot and thinking we were hilarious. One of the crowd was Achmed, who was from the Sudan.

With no real warning or even change in attitude, Dan uttered one day over a spliff "Oh yeah, sorry Akkers, I can't hang out with you any more. You see, I've joined the National Front." All this in a very matter of fact voice, as if it was no big deal. Funnily enough, we all thought it was fucking ridiculous and told him so. A lot.

For a few days all was quiet on the Dan front, and then he reappeared. He'd had a thought about what we all said, and decided we were right, so he'd left the NF. And gone and joined the anti-nazi league, who mostly beat up NF people. A couple of days later the local newspaper reported that the local NF leader had been attacked in his own home and hospitalised.

It turns out Dan just liked a fight. He moved onto the hunt saboteurs, and hinted at a small reunion a few years later about a spot of football hooliganism. I seem to remember at that point everyone told him to just fuck off. I saw him again several years later being kicked out of a pub during the world cup. I think he drives a taxi these days.
(teasus likes tea, Sun 5 Jul 2015, 21:45, Reply)