More on Losser

Because I don't want you to think that he was a loser, in any way shape or form, he was just self deprecating. And liked a whinge about his lot, before rebounding with a dodgy plan to put the world, or at least his place in it, to rights.

I wasn't suggesting that the Tour Guide gig was a come down for a lawyer. By no means. I'm quite certain that when he found that job, he realised he'd found his dream vocation: travel, the chance to show off & have a laugh and get paid for it, single female tourists.

Losser came from Hastings. I met him several years before we flatted together, he was actually at my 21st!

He funded his studies, largely by trading in 2nd hand cars. He'd bus home to Hastings for the holidays, buy a used car of some description, drive it back to Wellington & use it for much of the term, before selling it & busing back to Hastings for the next holiday.

The idea was, and it largely worked, that 2nd hand cars were cheaper in Hastings, so he could buy there & sell here for enough to pretty much fund the next term. He had to be a bit careful though, there was & possibly still is a limit on how many 2nd hand cars you can buy & sell in a year before you have to register as a Licensed Motor Vehicle Dealer.

It didn't always work though, I recall the flat had the use of a very old, and very distinguished looking Citroen. We ended up pushing that car further than it ever carried us. It didn't help that we lived on a hill.

Losser loved it though, it looked cool. But neither he, nor anyone else in our flat was particularly mechanical & the thing was a bit of a plum coloured elephant.

He ended up selling it to a Citroen enthusiast for a bit less than he wanted. And to his chagrin, he saw that car out & about on the road, in a very short space of time, with its new owner, clearly fully repaired & restored.

The next car was a little yellow mini cooper. Which was fitting, because that was his surname - Mini.

That mini served him (not to mention the whole flat) very well. Additionally, the knob on the gear stick was clear resin of some sort, with a daisy set in it. The vendor had assured Losser that this gear stick was a huge assistance in "Pulling the chicks". Losser forced his momentary speculation as to exactly how this could be so, aside and bought the car. Daisy gear stick & all.

And lo! At this stage in his life Losser embarked on his 2nd major relationship!. All hail the plastic daisy gear stick!

I shifted out of that flat & pretty much lost track of him a few years later, mutual friends kept me up to date to some extent, but I see few of those mutual friends anymore either.

But wherever he is, I'm confident he's having a great time, dreaming up dodgy, money making plans, and chasing women!

Unless of course, he came back, settled in Hastings & has a wife & kids...