My mate Jack
My mate Jack's a bit unhinged. He loves messing about in boats, and got arrested once for trying to commandeer someone else's boat when his own was unavailable.

He's mad keen on orienteering; he's always got a compass with him, wherever he goes. He's a bit of a party animal, too, often drinking vast quantities of rum and muttering about the craic. At least, I think that's what he says.

He always seems drunk, and can never stand still for more than a second. You can be standing there, talking to him, and he'll be weaving back and forth like a prize-fighter who's taken one too many blows.

He's got a mental hairdo, and plaits all sorts of stuff into his barnet. I can't remember the last time he admitted to washing it.

I never know when he's going to turn up. Whenever he does, he spouts incomprehensible nonsense, then buggers off again to do whatever it is he does when he's not trying to seduce my girlfriend, Liz.

For all his bonkers antics, he's one of the smartest people I know. He's got plenty of savvy, and even more style.

My mate Jack is ace.
( flake has nothing against your right leg, Tue 4 Nov 2008, 2:31, 2 replies)

I think he's related to my gardening mate Eddie
nice bloke; hair like that Robert bloke out the cure.
He seems a bit autistic-like (probably self diagnosed), can't say I blame him, his old fella was reported to be a bit twisted, used to glue things onto Eddie's hands, to see what he'd do. The old guy died before he had a chance to take the shears off though. Cruel.
(maggotriddendirtbox fast, feral and sharp as a tack since, Tue 4 Nov 2008, 5:33, closed)

About your description:
That's maddeningly unhelpful. Why are these things never clear?

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(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Tue 4 Nov 2008, 7:04, closed)