Trevor Dulcimer

I’d always got on pretty well with Liz’s housemates Lucinda and Laura, and with their fellas, Pervy and Phil respectively, but we’d never all been out for a pint. Until tonight, that was. I was quite nervous – lots of Liz’s uni friends were coming out too, including some who were or are close friends with her ex-boyfriend. There was massive potential for me to slip up and show myself to be a much bigger wanker than anybody had thought I already was. But it turned out a lot better than I thought it would. What a riot!

Liz drove us to Chorlton. We sat outside the Trevor, and chatted as we drank. Poor Pervy, Liz and I were drinking pints, whilst Lu and Sonicka were on shorts and mixers. Poor us, in that the natural time it takes to drink a pint and the natural time it takes to drink a vodka and tonic aren’t the same, and that the pint drinker is always behind, and is subsequently always rushed. I moved onto double whiskies. Pervy vanished.

The evening blurred after seeing Chau, and although I remember Dulcimer, and dancing with Lucinda, and sitting outside on the bench with Liz, I can’t entirely grasp the details.

On the way home I stopped the taxi, and spent £8 on flowers from a garage for Liz. Romantic or what!