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Funny you should mention that Ed.
Of all the bounties that 'the forum' has bestowed perhaps the most bountiful has been getting up close and personal with the picaresque horror show that is our friend Skully's day to day.
I was reading through a collection of Stephen Fry's shopping lists recently and was reminded of the first time I met Skully. Though not, in a conventional, or unconventional, sense, an educated man Skully did occasionally have a stab at self improvement. It would be nice to think that that was one of the few times where 'have a stab at' was not a literal description of his behaviour, but sadly, no,.
Anyway, around the time I met him Skully had chanced upon the word sesquipedalian and, seeing a larger vocabulary as a stepping stone out of the gutter, had taken to using it in almost every other sentence. So a tardy bar maid would become a 'sesquipedalian cow', an attentive parking attendant a 'sesquipedalian bastard' and so on. The actual meaning of the word seemed to matter not one jot. Now I like an obscure word as much as the next man, especially if that next man is Robert Robinson, but after a few days it got a bit tiring. Later I would realise that his reaction to my mild compliant was, by his standards, restrained though at the time it seemed almost designed to put the Inquisition to shame. Anyway at least it stopped him berating the homeless as 'sesquipedalian tossers' and I was back on my feet in less than two months.
Skully disappeared shortly after that, as did several charity collection cans that I'd been storing in the larder, and it was a while before he resurfaced again. When he did he had taken up cycling and a whole new chapter began.