Meeting Rick Witter
I had some friends down from Aberdeen and we'd been to El Piano for tapas.

Conversation, as it tends to do, turned to Rick Witter and that he's been stalking me for a while. We bumped into my mate Pete (who can be a bit of a bullsh1tter) outside 1331. He tried tempting us in. One of us said 'we'll only go in if Rick Witter's there!'.

Pete told us he was.

I doubted his Witter statement and we climbed the stairs to the bar area. No sign of Witter. I knew it!

Pete approached with the Witterman in tow. "Rick, this is PD. PD, Rick." The others were introduced to the rhyming slang man.

He is short, swarthy and rangy. We shook hands. He was there to DJ.

'Do you want me to play you a song? You name it, I'll play it.' The Witter's words resounded through my cochleas. I was all ears.

'Beastie Boys' I managed to say. He hadn't heard me so Lesley repeated it. 'Rick' (if that really is his name, I thought to myself) headed back to his DJ console. I went to the bar, still reeling from the experience. Guinness was ordered and Sabotage snaked its way out of the speakers.

'Snakes!!' I thought to myself.

We stayed for a couple of drinks, all the time I was sneaking snaky looks at the Witter in the corner.

After a while we left. Plans were laid and my friends and I had a dance off to House of Pain in Kennedys.

My night ended when I used the lyrics to Jump Around to justify my vegetarianism.

I am 29 years old.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Fri 17 Apr 2009, 22:23, 2 replies)

Rick Witter
Is/was banned from the Student Union in Cardiff for pissing on the jukebox in the Tafarn after a gig. Prize twat IMHO,
(Teiresias, Mon 20 Apr 2009, 12:00, closed)

Wouldn't surprise me
I'm not a fan of Shit Seven at all. I just find it highly amusing that Rick Witter, briefly famous in the nineties, lives a couple of streets away from me.

He's a terrible DJ too.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Mon 20 Apr 2009, 18:30, closed)