The Fraudster
I lived in a hostel in another country for a few months a few years ago and befriended - among many others - an English camp guy with the gift of the gab. We hit it off straight away and when my contract was up, vowed to keep in touch.

I returned to London and my old job working in a pub. A year later, he contacts me and we soon become firm friends again, hanging out with my little gang of mates in the area. It seemed as though he had fallen on hard times and we all did what we could for him. We found him a place to live with a friend of ours and I stored all his stuff in my flat, as well as buying him drinks until he got another job after being screwed over by his bitch landlady.

Anyway, drunk one night, he told us he got arrested the previous year for stealing his mate's boyfriend's credit card and going on a spending spree in revenge for some unspecified act. He'd learned his lesson though, and all was OK. Er, no it wasn't.

He stole from our friend, went through all her stuff, cut up her travel card to replace her face with his, lied incessantly and became a drunken nuisance at my pub, constantly undermining my authority with the staff.

We confronted him and he fucked off, having figured he'd done the same to the previous landlady. After hours of listening to his problems and months of being a generous mate, this was all we got.

Prize git.

And to boot, he wouldn't steal off me cos he thought I was too scummy.
(badfox1 wonders who he's played by this episode on, Sun 27 May 2007, 17:21, Reply)