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“HE’S a weirdo, there’s no way I’m going out with him,. No way,” said Dee.
“What exactly do you mean by weirdo?” wondered Claire.
“He was at my school, a really creepy kid.”
“How?” asked Claire.
“Have you ever heard of AC/DC?”
“Oh my God Dee, is he some sort of perv?”
“No, not that you muppet, the rock group.”
Dee explained that Damien Wallace was renowned at school for being a fan of the Aussie band AC/DC, almost to the point of obsession.
“They’ve got this guitarist, Angus somebody, can’t remember his surname, you can Google it, anyway he always dresses up in a schoolboy’s uniform, short trousers, blazer, cap, satchel, the lot.”
“Ugh!”
“And so did Damien Wallace, all the time. Honestly Claire, he looked a right prat. Can you imagine that, an 18 year old strolling around in short trousers and a school cap. What a tosser. He was in my year at school but we always stayed well clear of him. Gave me the creeps,” said Dee.
“Well surely he’s grown out of it by now,” her friend replied.
“Not on your life. I saw him in town a couple of months ago with his mates outside HMV, still in the same gear. He’s got really knobbly knees and the cap’s too small for his head.”
“Oh my God!”
“Indeed, that’s who I’m having a date with next week. I’m going to be walking into the Manor with one of the Krankies!”
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