He only wants to go where the boys are going. The boys, the boys. He is 19, but when he is 25 he will still be 19. He loves France, the campsite, best. He likes to go six ways on a bottle of whisky, vodka or rum. He doesn’t mind which. Which do you prefer? He asks when you ask him. He dyed his hair, he had his eyebrow shaved. He will not choose the spot to surf voluntarily, but when pushed, will ask why not go where we went yesterday? He does not like change. He likes music festivals, but you will not put your ticket on his (mum’s) credit card. You will put his on yours and he will (eventually) give you the money.