Yeah, Chris, I’m lookin’ at you, mate. He’s my neighbour’s son, and turned 18 yesterday: big party last night , all his mates over, many beers drunk, stereo blasting loud rap music - this is where it would be heading Pitwards, you’d think.
But no: Chris, pissed as he was, had the courtesy and consideration to go knocking on everyone’s door at 10pm to make sure the music wasn’t too loud, promised to turn it off at midnight, and invited all the neighbours over for a beer - he even made special enquiries after Little Case to make sure the music wasn’t disturbing him.
Damned thoughtful teenage kids of today and their parties: can’t even Pit 'em any more. Wasn’t like that in my day, I can tell you. Happy birthday, bro.