The stench of old sweat and habitual masturbation was the first thing that hit you, followed by the unmistakable aroma of strong skunk weed. We eventually managed to navigate the piles of discarded take-away boxes and homemade bongs to find a naked and bedraggled Duncan sat in front of a giant computer screen wearing a headset and furiously hammering his tobacco covered keyboard. At first, he was happy to see us and offered around a joint but when we asked him to turn off the game, he refused and began flailing his arms around and swearing profusely. Eventually we had to turn the electricity off at the mains and drag him kicking and screaming into the waiting car.
Well, I know that after a few days they managed to switch him to Resident Evil and then slowly but surely they introduced him to the likes of StreetFighter II and Super Mario Brothers. I’ve been told that if by next week he’s playing nothing but Frogger by the end of November, there is every chance he’ll be allowed home for Christmas.