“Your friend is a bit of a wanker,” he remarked. “Is he? Most people like him.” “Most people are idiots.” I chuckled. “He’s a good guy, just a little excitable around new people. Like a Labrador puppy.” “He’s a chauvinist.” “Christ, okay,” I frowned at him. “Gin makes you cranky. Noted.” “He spoke over his girlfriend at every opportunity, used sexist language at least twice, and thinks far too much of himself.” “No one’s perfect.”
