It was horrible walking for 20 minutes under London rain, looking for a cash point that worked. He was called Shia, because he closely resembles Shia LaBeouf, and he never spoke except for a low grumble now and then. He led the way, since I had no idea where I was. Then came the long queue which I dreaded because I can't stand any more silence. His friends saved me. Hours later and after bottles of beer, he spoke. And was he blunt, more like Shia LaBeouf when he was younger and a smart ass. He thought I was interesting and I thought he was amusing and contrived of charm. And I'm writing about him....
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