David

This is David.

When we were in New Zealand, he was nearly always over at the apartment. 

Most weekends we went to Zarbo or Sabato and buy bread, anchovies, mushrooms, pate, wine and of course OLIVES. 

Then we ate and drank until one of us gets bored or realizes we're wasting our lives.

Or we went over to Devonport to drink and eat.

Why is it that when I've spent a day with David, the next day I always have a headache?

Recently (September 1999), I caught up with David in The Netherlands. Here he is enjoying a coffee (another habit of ours).

And here he is enjoying First Class on a Dutch train.

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