'Drew
I have no habit of picking on bespectacled people, But 'Drew was best described as a Whining, Stinking, Spekky, Ginger Twat.

Second year of Uni I moved to Nr 56 Birkhouse Lane in Huddersfield. I was living with John (the son of a preacher-man), Ian (of Accrington fame), and Ogwen.

Oh. And Andrew Forster. aka Drew.

Drew was short, smelly, balding and a dickhead. Doubtless the runt of the litter, he had a chip on his shoulder that seemed to weigh his diminutive self down.

He had a pug 205 - his pride and joy - which he drove everywhere at break-neck speeds with no regard for others while blasting Queen out at full volume.

He decided that he'd make a bit of money by running a breaker's yard from the carpark. "Oval Griffon Breakers" it was called... specialising in ford and Peugeout. He took one car to pieces, dumped the gearbox in the hallway and left it there seeping EP90 gearbox oil into the carpet. The place stank.
He smoked like fuck: his teeth were brown, and his flaking bald scalp left a dusty residue on his glasses.... and to cap things off he had a nasal drone of a voice that would step up into higher registers when he got gobby.

The Ginger twat would also mouth off at people who were twice his size, expect us to stand up for him, and then get stroppy when he deservédly got hit.

His crowning glory was when he got piss-drunk and took A few people on a terrifying ride in his car... after they managed to escape from the vehicle he sped off through town, ran a red light and jammed his in the side of a big Hoyer truck. The weasly little shit then went on a stella-rampage and tried to fight the arresting officer... I'm so sorry that I wasn't there.

No laughs. Just a twat.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Tue 3 Mar 2009, 14:44, Reply)