Whilst at uni...
...in Southampton, my future housemate and hetero life partner Mark lived a few doors down in our halls with a complete romanticist (read:bullshitter) called Jamie.

Jamie had done EVERYTHING. To name but a few:

1. When he found out we played pool down our local, and one of our mates had just joined their pub team, he proceeded to show up the next day with a pool cue that apparently, his dad used back in the 70's when he was a world-class snooker champion. Except for the fact that it was blatantly brand new. And completely unscathed. And a really shit Argos pool cue.

2. Said he played Rugby proffessionaly for South Africa, touring with a team there for a number of years. When I questioned what team, the answer being "Oh you wouldn't know them. They're from the south" :/

3. That he was from South Africa - when in fact he couldn't have been more Chichester. That and the fact that, me and said future housemate had a job that allowed us to look at his personel file - which said he was from Chichester, born and raised!

4. Claiming to be in the TA's - this always resulted in him talking about the manouvres he had on the weekend, despite us having seen him in our local on the Saturday night, when he claimed to be knee deep in enemy territory.

5. - my personal favourite: Apparently, his Mum was a drugs councellor, who was hired on by the King of Saudi Arabia (his words not mine) to get his son off of cocaine. Naturally, Jamie came along for the ride. Whilst he was there, the King said "Hey Jamie, how would you like to drive one of my Ferraris?" "Sure" says he. He proceeds to crash it spectacularly, to which the King says "Don't worry Jamie!", get out his mobile phone, and proceeds to speak directly to Ferrari, who have a brand new exact same spec model delivered in 15 minutes.


I wish I could make up stuff this good!
(Brighton RAWK at the tone, the time will be:, Tue 18 Jan 2011, 13:27, Reply)