Love the story about the guy nipping between houses. I too have a JW story and you lucky people are going to get to read it, hold onto your hats!
Years ago I crashed at a mate’s flat after a Friday night on the beers. He was working overtime on the Saturday morning so with a “shut the door on your way out” he left me lying on the sofa watching telly. Little while later a there’s a knock on the door, lad and Dad JW’s, keen as mustard the pair of them. Quickly tried to think of an excuse to get rid of them and had a flash of inspiration and told them “look, it’s my flatmate. His life is spiralling out of control, he has a problems with drinking and gambling. All his friends and family have tried talking to him about it but he’s in denial”.
Their eyes were lighting up with delight hearing this.
“He needs some direction in life and I think people like yourselves have the best chance of getting through to him and helping him turn his life around. The thing is you’ll need to be persistent, like I said he’s in denial. He’s in tomorrow morning but he’s going out early so you’ll need to call around half seven, is that OK?”
Of course they were almost hopping with joy at the prospect. The added bonus was that my mate had been seeing a girl for a few weeks and Saturday night was the first time she was staying over at his.
The next morning at about quarter to eight my phone rang – “you UTTER, UTTER ****!”. When he’d finished swearing and I’d finished laughing he told me that one of them even put his foot in the door and he had to shut it on him quite hard to force the door closed. He also had some explaining to do to the new GF who was lying in bed listening to them imploring him to accept help for his problems. What a fun wheeze eh? Mega chortz!