Mr Nice

Stuck for inspiration tonight but then spotted this book on the shelf.

I have 3 stories about Howard Marks from my distant youth.

1. I met him at a party in Manchester in the flat used to film Queer as Folk, he asked me if i knew someone called Charlie, i told him I only knew a few people there and non of them were called Charlie.

2. After a long queue for the loo at another party on Saddleworth Moor i met him again in the bathroom with someone i can only assume was Charlie.

3. I read his book in a hotel bar in Shannon, Ireland. I was sat waiting for my then partner to finish work. I overheard a table of Irish people talking about me on the table next to me, and I quote "Of course shes a slut why else would she be sat in a hotel bar alone". For the record i am not a slut i just don't mind sitting in bars alone. Really enjoyed reading his book while travelling around Ireland though and being in a lot of the places his escapades occurred in.

BTW he did seem nice.

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