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Originally posted by simon_ha
You can say what you want about Pete... but you can never say he doesn't know how to amuse himself.
Drumming, beatboxing, hat-wearing and crazy dancing are just some of the one-man activities Pete loves to indulge in. Now he's got a new solo pastime to add to the list... drinking.
The Brighton boy has been sitting in the garden for most of the evening, on his todd, deep in thought, with a bottle of plonk in his hand. When he first cracked it open, Glyn sensed something was up, assuring him: "We'll get through this."
"It's cool, you probably want to see them as much as me," Pete said, strongly alluding to what was on his mind.
"But it's hurting you more," responded Glyn, advising: "Don't go near the pool if you drink all that."
"I like being alone, it's nice," said Pete, before retiring to the garden. He sat there in silence for a while, but soon the party livened up. There was dancing and beatboxing and even some conversation.
"Just 10 minutes, that's all I want," he stood and announced. "I'll say my bit and leave."
No one responded, and the one-man chat continued in slightly more desperate fashion: "Come on, five minutes. I'll keep it a secret, know what I mean? Nothing will come out of my mouth about visiting Next Door for five minutes... that's all I need."
So he wants to go Next Door... What could he possibly want over there?
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Pete would have got pestered by Thikki had he gone
next door