What would you do if you were gay, and on the evening of your seventeenth birthday party a beautiful, charming and spectacularly-endowed boy asked if you wanted to have sex with him? What David actually did was drop his punch all over Mum’s new carpet … and then spend much of the evening trying to avoid his very persistent … and increasingly strange gate-crashing suitor. No shoes or socks and apparently no possessions, as bold as brass … and then of course, there was his almost uncanny ability to appear and disappear at will …