Dave, long time partner in crime of Danny, is a really nice bloke. I run out of ways to describe people without going in to great detail, so I'll tell you an anecdote instead.

Some time ago, Danny starred in Oblomov in Edinburgh. He was so desperate, he asked me to do the P.R., which although wasn't very good, was better than none at all. In the last week he, Dave and Ben performed in one of the most stupid excuses for theatre I have ever born witness to: "The War Of The Worlds". Needless to say it is now legendary amongst a certain group of about ten people.

Dave came up to help promote it about four days before the first night, stayed in the flat Kai and I were in, and regaled us every day with a character he had created known as "Urban Tucker Man". He would go to Marks and Spencers food department every morning and gather fresh fruit to secret about his person like some strange Father Christmas character, and thus, with his urban beige over jacket stuffed, he would make it through the day of leafleting. Every so often if anyone was looking miserable, he would stuff his hand in one of the pockets and say "Have a nectarine", bringing out said fruit at the same time. He would say this in a cod serious, hopeful tone.