oggie ogden , a bit of a weirdo , lit a joss stick and clipped it to his board , a cheap perfume which stank to high heaven ; he was like some retro hippie , wanting to be different like we all did in those days , in that town , quite fanatical about it , even down to wearing beads around his neck , a rosary with the cross snipped off which had his irish catholic mother constantly praying for the redemption of his soul .