Whenever anyone tells you they’ve got a story of a friend to tell you about, then invariably, the instant suspicion is that they’re talking about themselves. Invariably, this has been taught to us by the nudge- nudge discussion of matters more intimate and personal than you’d expect to find in this particular organ. But perhaps it’s human nature, too.
I therefore have to accept what I’m walking into here. I am telling the story of a friend, but I’m telling it in the full knowledge that half of you won’t believe me. And that’s if I’m doing well. Bah.