16 CRAZY DAVE, ST. DAVID’SGareg was sitting in his favourite window seat when a Prius drove up and Dave jumped out. Dave had been there often enough to know where to look for Gareg and spotted him right away. Gareg met him inside the door.
“Hello, Dave, how are you, you crazy old bastard? Where’s the Morgan?”
“Fine, chiefy. I’m fine, but the Morgan is sick, she’s having some work done on her so I rented this thing.”
“Come and sit you down. What can I get you to drink?”
“Er, a pint of Black Velvet, please.”
Gareg knew better than to ask whether he wanted champagne or cider with his Guinness.
Dave Crazinski, or Crazy Dave to his friends, was unusual and most people thought that his nickname suited him extremely well. Nobody knew a lot about him except that his parents were either Czech
