Matthew Sutton's best friend at university was a guy called Henry. Henry was a fairly ludicrous character in many ways. He was skinny, with bad skin and he had a terrible laugh that sounded like a broken trombone having s*x with a donkey. But he was funny and crazy and really, really smart. Matty liked him a lot.
"All Asian chicks have great bodies," Henry had told him, with that extraordinary certitude he always manifested, no matter what the topic.
"What do you mean?" Matty had replied.
"All Asian chicks have great bodies," he repeated. Henry was full of theories, that he enjoyed sharing with his best friend.
"What the f**k are you talking about?"
"It's true! I promise you! The next time you see an Asian chick, see for yourself."
"All Asian women?"
"We'll, not East Asian women. Th
