This is a picture of a man called Warra, a stranger, smoking out of our duck hatch on a Sunday morning.

Me and Turtle are both in love with him and I am sure you can see why. He turned up in the pouring rain about 9am, the morning after decom like a mini Chris Rock whirlwind and created the best carry-on EVER with his supplies of naughty medicine, thirst for whisky and continual diatribe of jokes about his Aunties in Soweto.

Doing poppers with this guy was like no experience I have ever had before. In fact, if I had not seen this picture on Facebook, I would not be sure that he really exists...