well you think you know someone. you know i like odd people, i appreciate odd people and i'm intending on having solely odd friends in the future with the possible exception of somebody normal but insanely good looking/ rich. and then you go and discover that the exponentially awesomely odd person you love actually lives in a caravan in Dundee with twenty seven parakeets, gang rapes 9 year old boys and eats their own shit. or something.