Billy is a tall, skinny young guy who often has the air of being annoyed. He's an excellent soccer player, he's sharp, cutting, yet stays within the bounds of being good natured. He's got a beautiful girlfriend and they seem very happy together. He's my best friend.
Billy arrived after finishing his final exams. He's off to Holland for the summer next weekend, so we wasted no time.
Johnny is a small guy from Spiddal with long black hair. He plays with his cards very close to his chest. He's not ones idea of a typical accountant, yet that's what he does. He's excellent on the guitar and is currently getting a band together. He's a tough fucker to tackle playing football, what with his combination of skill, sneakiness and toughness. His house is usually the scene where we turn ourselves into wasted fools.
We got drunk on Buckfast and stoned on some excellent hash, which I'd gotten off Cormac last weekend. We hit the nightclub and right at the end, just when I had given up all hope, I spotted and ended up talking to a girl called Roisin from Louth.
Roisin has long curly brown hair and flashing brown eyes. She's very good looking, very easy going and seems to take life with a well proportioned pinch of salt. She's got a beautiful body and is an excellent lover. She's one of the best kissers I've come across in months. I like her a lot.
We met again last night. Her friend Tara, she and I went to see Kila. High energy trad. After months of slagging Johnny about liking them, I had to admit they were great. Last night anyway. I want to see the girl again soon. I'm thinking about her a lot.