Yeah, I mean I'm glad I don't know any kids who are quite that shallow (or, you know, shallow enough to shamelessly speak in a shallow manner in public), but he wasn't so bad. I don't think we actually found out much about him beyond the fact that he loves going out, yeah, and pulling some well fit birds, yeah, and getting knee deep in clunge and coke, yeah, and clunge with coke in it, yeah, and then not remembering ANYThing the next day, innit. Classic night out innit. Something to tell the grandkids about (through secondary sources).