My mate Pete
Who came to stay with me upon finding himself housingly challenged after what is now known as "The incident with his landlord".
Pete was a great proponent of chemically altered states of mind and not being a man to do things by halves this led to some amusing encounters....

Coming home one night after a night on the lash to find Pete semi naked with his arse in the air holding onto the carpet for dear life as he was convinced that the floor was moving and he'd fall off if he let go. It was a terrifying view, you could have parked a pushbike.

Going downstairs to find Pete sitting at the table eating breakfast and him telling me he'd put the cat out. I have never owned a cat in my life.

Walking past his room and smelling something really bollock clenchingly bad. After some investigation it appeared that when off his box Pete had decided his wardrobe was actually the toilet and had unleashed a case of explosive diarrhea in an arse detonation to rival the mayor of Hiroshimas 30 seconds before the bomb fell.

Still we did have some good times too. Pete moved on when he sorted himself a flat out and we kind of lost touch.
(andythepieman Is surfing the waves of indifference on, Thu 6 Jan 2011, 14:57, Reply)