The year, 1997 I think, and the starting place of this adventure was Derby and a leaking flat on Leonard Street off the Osmaston Road. It was my first flat, my flatmate another Paul was a student, we met through a mutual friend and got on immediately. We viewed the flat and it just seemed right. I managed to get the necessary documentation needed to satisfy the agent, deposit and so on and so fourth and we moved in. £16.50 a week.
We shared a love of Oscar Wilde, The Smiths, and countless other things I could mention, none of them including - 'any' is too strong, let's say 'much' of a sense of responsibility.
But back to the Glasgow adventure. Paul had set his heart on a solo camping expedition up to the Trossach mountains in Scotland. The big obstacle in his path apart from not having any camping equipment was financial. His parents who lived in Lagos where his Father worked had for some reason decided to deprive my flatmate of his credit card on their last visit home. This was understandably a source of irritation for Paul which I ventured to relieve with an easy practical solution.
The plan was simple, Paul would report his credit card lost, give Barclaycard his new address and they would send him a replacement. He could then set off to Scotland safe in the knowledge that I would drive up later in Charlotte my 2CV. I would meet him in Glasgow at The Station Hotel with his new credit card & associated financial security for a Glasgow Jolly up. This we thought would be a fitting celebration of his triumphant solo camping expedition in the Trossachs.
What could go wrong?