Waste of space

I have, in a previous post, talked about a certain guy who had no qualms at all about dropping me well and truely in it. During a recent holiday I started to think more about him and I think I've now got him well sussed. For any of you out there that know this character, you will immediately, I'm sure, recognise some of the stories I'm about to tell.

These are just a couple of examples of his behaviour. To be honest, I could go on with a lot more but these will serve for now:

He had a so-called friend (as you will see later, his friendships are rather one-sided), that went to football with him. When in a bar, some rival supporters started to pick on his friend - for no reason. Martin (his friend) then noticed how our hero slunk off into the distance leaving Martin to deal with these thugs on his own. Now you have to realise that he just walked off, not to get help but just walked off. After Martin had managed to get rid of these thugs, our hero returned. Our hero did not even mention the incident and treated it like nothing had happened. Now this is quite funny as he did almost the exact same thing to me. This time it was outside a night club (Vadims). He was in front of me and tried to push ahead in a queue, when I tried to follow him, a guy in the queue got annoyed and started to have a go at me, who he thought was doing the pushing. It was actually our hero. Our hero deliberately never turned his head when this was going on and never tried to help me at all but slunk off. When I met up with him he never mentioned it.

This is another example:
When I was young and stupid (now I'm old and not quite so stupid), a guy was making moves on my girlfriend. This annoyed me a bit and so I phoned this guy to explain that I was going out with this girl and would he please leave off. He didn't. So after discussing this with our hero we and I mean WE decided we would egg him. Now this was stupid, immature and all the rest of it. I know that. Our hero drives me to where the target is leaving college at 9 in the evening. I throw two eggs in the direction of him. They miss by miles. Anyway, our hero then drives me in his car and WE follow the target. Our hero slows down so I can get a good shot then he speeds away. I think I just about catch him on his leg, possibly. Now all this is done, pretty annoynmously (cowardly I know). But the very next day our hero is blabbing his mouth off to all and sundry about how I (note; not WE), egged him. Now if you to this day put this before him, he would deny all knowledge of any involvement. (He lives his life in a permanent state of denial - just look at his Bobby Charlton hair style.) However, just as with the other incident in an earlier post I have written about you have to ask the victim to confirm what I am saying. Ask RR what car pulled away from him that night. Was it a 1600 Sport Mk II Ford Escort, Orange? Now who else used to drive a highly distinctive car like that at that time?

Now to go onto his one-sided friendships. What I mean by this is that our hero is not able to form friends with people he would like to form friends with - they tend to have more senior positions and generally be more successful and of a higher social status. Therefore, throughout most of his career, our hero has tended to befriend those much younger than him. I, for example, started work when I was only 16 and I did not get on very well with others in the workplace as the others were generally much older and more mature. So when you are much younger and feeling a bit insecure in a place, you welcome someone older showing an interest in you. However, what our hero did to me, and I have seen him do it to countless others, was befriend me so that he could get me to do stupid things. I did do a lot of stupid things in my youth and I can guarantee that he was behind a lot of them - egging (sometimes literally) me on. He would then tell everyone about them behind my back and leave his own involvement out of it.

Another thing our hero is famous for is for pulling out of college courses. During his career he has pulled out of countless college courses. He eventually got himself in the position where the company he worked for would no longer sponsor any, thus putting any career progression at a standstill. His response to this was to encourage other, younger more impressionable colleagues to also, "Jack it in," as he used to urge them to do. I can give you a list of people he has said this to over the years.

Our hero is the best example I know of the term, "Waste of Space."