What started out at an evenings entertainment… a quiet gathering of lost souls and entry into the local Winchester Pub Quiz ended is near arrest, poison and vast expense. By 11.30pm we had lost the quiz, an event of mixed intellect, and headed out, mildly disgruntled, to a local bar. Squinted eyes. Wandering hands of a man with an undoubtedly curious position and the rejection of Mathews card. Good god was this really happening? Had we just received a verbal invite to the student room of a man who had, more than once, asked us which one of us was bent? Surely not. What would he do to us? Had we been drugged? No, but that’s not to say it wouldn’t happen soon enough. Man alive we needed out of this whirling pool.
His offer was declined.
Get in Matt it’s a great idea. The bin made its way to the bottom of the steps with buttered ease. But had Matt survived the fall? Near arrest followed. Morning fear and a car journey to end all others. It was clear to us now that Adrian Walker was ill, but by how much? Violent heaves in a local pub car park lead to minutes of euphoria. That’s the only way to describe it and god knows the exact source. A pinpoint location.
Phone calls, presumed murder and an unwillingness to face the truth. We eventually found matt in his car. A heavily modified Volkswagen Touran. Not your usual choice for the extreme enthusiast but a modern take on the hippie vibe of 1960-70. Visions of campers and bugs. Long slow waves and a good solid 7.2 under your feet. But enough of that. The fact is that we found Mathew. We were off the hook but it wasn’t clear to us at the time, just how long that would last.
on July 13, 2011, 9:39 am