Salim, this boy is semi -Tunisian (just if you were wondering if that particular shade of brown came from a tanning salon, I assure you it's all natural). He lives in a classy apartment building in one of the 'nicer' parts of town (I mean rich, obviously, but nice sounds more wishy-washy/less spiteful in this case). His hair is always perfectly trimmed to a very defined length and his wardrobe, I'm sure, could fetch several thousand pounds in auction (A walking billboard for Levi's, Tommy Hilfigger & Emporio Armani). His room is the mecca of technology. He has the very latest or, failing that, the very best in gadgets that would make any self-respecting technophile go green with envy. He might not have everything, but whatever he does have tends to be the best/most up market/most expensive thing available at the time. The only guy I know that reads T3 (technology magazine) with the intent of buying what they review. He is a keen sportsman, ready to don his football boots on any occasion (quite a good player too) and a frequenter of the esteemed David Lloyd Fitness Club on a somewhat regular basis. The Elevator to his sixth floor apartment is often broken which might explain his fitness and stamina. Salim's always there to lend an ear, listen to what you have to say, 'off the record' & in confidence. He listens well and often has good advice to give. He takes offense to this description, I'm sure.

Line up ladies, there's only one Salim.