Had the pleasure (or misfortune) of sitting next to shiny Dave at Mambos for dinner, when you could get a decent bit of scran there in the mid 90s. He was with some hot eastern European bird. Didn’t speak a word of the Queens. He was all over the place, obviously post/embedded in a serious bender. His attire of white clobber not helping his healthy look, considering his complexion was transluscent .
A painful site, me and the soon to be Mrs IndStd were cracking up at his attempts at small talk and larging it, when it was quite obvious all that was needed as to skip the viennetta and hit Seaman’s love shack to a background of the Bruce Hornsby BIR mix
