We've just come back from a trip to Hyde Park, where Tony wanted to "get in touch with mother nature."
Tony and me go to the park every now and then, because living in a flat, we haven't got a garden, and every now and then, even we like to get out and about, to get away from the shitty part of London, where we live.
Of course, the boy also likes to watch girls go walking by, wishing that he was a lot slimmer, a lot richer, and better looking, so he could have the chance of walking hand in hand with some of the more attractive women who live in London, instead of the usual dogs who we bump into in the pub.
I tell the fat bastard every time that he's destined for nothing better than women of the canine variety, and all the while he refuses to change his ways, women are hardly going to fall at his feet, wanting to have his babies, and spend the rest of their lives with him.
The boy reckons I'm right, but refuses to change his ways, saying that he's a man whose life is built on principles.
Well, of course, I've never heard so much crap in my entire life, and whilst principles are all very nice, I told him that sometimes we have to change, if we're going to get ahead in life.
Tony just laughed, and said that all the while he's got a cheeseburger to eat, and lager to drink, he doesn't really think that he needs anything else in life.
Once again, the boy has got all of his priorities completely fucked up, but if he's happy, who gives a fuck!