When you first meet him you're unsure of what to think, really. 'Weird' is one word that surfaces quickly, swirling around your head like oil on water. The day starts out as usual and you really aren't expecting an explosion or a gunshot or having to run for your life; your hand nestled in the palm of an oddly dressed lunatic.
The second time you meet him you begin to feel rather more drawn to him, those eyes, that wit, that insane grin, the one that thrills you to the core but frightens you too, like a fairground ride or a horror film or a first date. The day begins to seem very unusual, very un-ordinary and this man moves from being weird to.....exciting.
The third time you meet him your fate is just about sealed, he sparkles through those crazy orbs, he beams through that manic smile and he holds out his hand....And a million thoughts rush through your head in the space of a second making you feel dizzy and exhilarated at the same time, he looks at you expectantly.....
"Are you coming or not?"
And there's his hand, and if it were any other person or any other day you would refuse and go back to your loved ones, you'd shake your head and walk away, you'd thank him for the offer but tell him it isn't possible and then you'd turn and go home and have your beans on toast and go to bed and continue your comfortable little life until you die.
But this is no ordinary person and this certainly is no ordinary day.
So you take his hand...