I grew up in Dartmoor
where there's nothing but farms! Over the years I did my share of farm work, horse work and forestry. Farm folk range from the cleverest and most inventive people you'll ever meet, to the most inbred and scary.
After school finished, I went to an agricultural college (which these days seems to be a college of canoe paddling and generally being a dosser) and did a couple of engineering courses.
There was a big range of people there but one guy stands out in my mind. His nick name was due to the not quite mustache he sported, and had very dark, eyes, greasy dark hair and a generally scary look and manner about him. The sort of look that suggested that one day he might end up on some kind of list.

ANYWAY...

One night, I'd been in the student bar with a few friends, one of whom was a girl 'studying' horses. Nice girl, but the sort of teenage girl who when asked out by a bit of a freak (after she'd had a few pints of cider) would piss herself laughing and tell him to fuck off. Enter Mustache man who'd had a few. He asks her out and meets with the above reply. He runs away. Half an hour later, he's back, really pissed with blood running down his arm. He won't let anyone look at it. I think they gave him another drink. After a while the bar staff tell him he's not getting any more until they look at his arm, he runs off.
The head warden is called and they organise a few people to search for our strange friend, but he can't be found. An hour or so later he's discovered. He'd staggered down the half mile drive and on to the college farm where, still bleeding, he'd stolen the main farm tractor. After crashing two fences, he planted it in a ditch and was found asleep in the cab. The blood was from where he'd tried to carve the girl's name into his arm with a pen knife.

A few years later, I'm at a party doing clay pidgoen shooting. This guy shows up, looking exactly the same. I was very nervous when they handed him a shotgun.
( The Togaboy The world will end on, Fri 25 May 2012, 1:47, 3 replies)

I think I work there
They're stopping the canoe paddling. Not having so much luck with the dossing though :)
(The Ginger Penguin la la la la la la, Fri 25 May 2012, 10:27, closed)

So, what was his nickname?
It's possible to read your tale so that "ANYWAY" is his nickname, but I suspect that's unintentional.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 25 May 2012, 10:36, closed)

Ah Bicton! fucking mental place.

( skeltonator Needs some new daps., Mon 28 May 2012, 16:39, closed)

Indeed!
Many nights of trespass and vandalism in the park next door...
( The Togaboy The world will end on, Wed 30 May 2012, 12:41, closed)