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2ND DEC 2008
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After being at Uni for three years you soon learn that first impressions count for nothing. At a glance Jerome looks like Tiger Woods and even shares his dress sense with the mercurial golfer, both treasuring their woolly jumpers and shining shoes. But on the inside Jerome is a unique fella, Tiger might be too but I’ve never met him so can’t comment.
I first met Jerome within a couple of weeks at Uni because a friend from back home who went to Staffs Uni at the same time as me ended up in Halls of Residence with him. I remember going round their place and Jerome moaning that the football team he supported, Tottenham had lost, again. He is slowly coming to terms with the fact that they nearly always lose. Also Jerome was studying the same course as me, Journalism. We sat together in a few lectures but to be honest in that first year I was more often absent than present so rarely saw him. It wasn’t until the start of the second year that I had my first piss up with the boy from Peckham.
A few of us had arrived back to Stoke early after the summer break and decided to go out to celebrate our return. We went to a few local bars and ended up meeting a couple of girls who invited Jerome, BJ (That stands for Baby James you sick minded people) and myself back to theirs for a few more beverages. Anyway, BJ’s got it on with one of these girls and I have got lucky with the other, leaving Jerome on his own with a whole bottle of black vodka. We are all sitting round when Jerome goes upstairs saying he needs the toilet. One of the girls gives him directions and off he goes. Several minutes pass and BJ takes his new ‘girlfriend’ off to her bedroom, leaving me alone with the other girl. She politely asks me if I want to see her ‘CD Collection’ and being a Journalist I was keen to discover her repertoire. So hand in hand she leads me to her bedroom where Jerome is passed out on her bed. Frustrated I start to try and convince the inconsiderate git to get out and leave us to it but he’s well gone. After 10 minutes of slapping him round the face he jumps up and storms downstairs, leaving us alone. We started kissing and then got into her double bed. The heavy petting continues until this girl became disturbed and screams. I get paranoid until she pulls back the covers and switches on the light to see Jerome has left us a little present. He had chundered everywhere and then being so drunk had tried to hide it with her bed cover. Needless to say I wasn’t happy and decided to leave soon after. Jerome still believes to this day that he done me a favour but how he can remember after being so drunk I’ll never know.
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