Any stories involving myself and GDS (particularly involving:
him ripping all of his own hair off in disbelief,
him leaping from the swings in the park to the sofa in a student house {to be covered by a poster of 'Love, Honour and Obey' as a makeshift duvet},
me fighting a bush while impersonating Darth Vader,
getting off the bus to hell and taking the correct turn at the crossroads,
him chasing me down a high-street with a broom for stealing a Twix,
anything with mushrooms in,
any New Year's Eve, ever,
me breaking windows at school,
Excite Truck, Mario Kart or How I Stiffed Him Out of the Sixth Form GlodenEye Tournament)
may be subject to suspicion and scrutiny.
And Good Morning, GDS. You big lovely bastard.