Like most people, Davey didn't have any memory for the pablum the tabloids and chat shows churned out. Oh, it might come up some time in his life, on a quiz show, maybe, but for the most part when the news cycle was done, he was done a day before. He didn't know who was at war or why, what was going on with which sex scandal, couldn't give a shit about politics if you paid him. But he could nail a pub quiz most of the time with sixty percent and he knew most of the songs on the radio. That counted for something.
"Alright," he said, letting it go because it seemed a sore spot and he had no reason to be a twat. "So? Tell me something. Like, I don't know. What's your mate's name you live with? Where'd you grow up? What's your favorite food?" he listed.
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Date: 2016-05-14 05:55 am (UTC)"Alright," he said, letting it go because it seemed a sore spot and he had no reason to be a twat. "So? Tell me something. Like, I don't know. What's your mate's name you live with? Where'd you grow up? What's your favorite food?" he listed.