He was loud and friendly. Loud enough to dominate the party, free enough not to care. He was friendly and welcoming, especially if you supported the Republic and used a Macintosh. His laugh was infectious, accentuating his high arched nose. He was someone you enjoyed having at parties, someone who livened them up, who did not worry about body language or innuendoes, or what other people might think. He was a bon-vivant - who had fallen apart when his father died a couple of months earlier. A happy-go-lucky sort, who was fighting for custody of his three year old daughter.
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© Farmer 20 February 1996