Years ago
I used to have a best friend who was ginger. He used to dress weirdly, and to be honest his hair was fucking appauling, not just because of the colour, but he had the most horrendous mullet (if you've got ginger hair and you're a bloke, why grow it LONGER?), but this was nearly 20 years ago so most of us looked like tits anyway.

Anyway, as most people can probably attest, when you're young, you don't always make friends with the 'right' sort of person, and this guy was a bit of a bad influence on me. We used to do some stuff i'm really not proud of these days, and one particular day we even stole a substantial portion of cash. (I think my mother is partly to blame, but that's another QOTW)

Feeling pretty good about ourselves, we headed over to the local shopping arcade to enjoy the spoils of our victory. I was a dab hand at the old After Burner (anyone remember that?), and I was flying around like a young Maverick when my mate appears and tells me some copper is looking for me! Naturally I panicked, and thinking I was rumbled, I bolted for the nearest exit I could find.

I guess my friend tried to throw him off the scent or something, I heard a yelp from behind me and that was the last I heard of him.

I found a really old picture of him the other week content8.flixster.com/photo/10/87/50/10875058_tml.jpg
( SigmaX0 Dear Die Hard. You rock!, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 10:17, 1 reply)

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