Honestly? I don’t have a huge number of blogger friends. I
have recently undertaken Blog Every Day In May, to get me back in the saddle,
and am starting to reconnect with the world of blogging.
I was fairly prolific in the early 2000s, pretty dedicated,
and had quite a readership at the time. Those days, and that blog are both
gone, sadly. I grew up and got busy, Easyjournal was expunged from the internet,
and the tatters of my blog survive somewhere on an ancient laptop only as a
massive, creaking, old Word97 file.
But one blogger buddy has been constant throughout that
time. He wasn’t always a blogger buddy; I’m not sure what sort of buddy he was
really. He is Foppish Drunk and you can
learn about his fabulous adventures here.
And here’s why he’s great:
We started talking online in the late 1990s, when it wasn’t
considered cool or acceptable to do so. We felt we had a lot in common, and
unlike the rest of the people on the internet trying to get me to meet up with
them at the age of 18 so they could gang rape me, he was normal.
So, in an uncharacteristic fit of courage, enthusiasm and
risk-taking, we invited him to come and stay with us one summer in Brighton for
a week. And what a week it was.
I look back on it so fondly, and summarise it thusly:
Beach, shops, movie, clubbing, sex, beach, sex, beach, clubbing,
sex , shops, movie, sex, beach, shops, clubbing sex, beach.
And that was it really. It was so hot and sunny and exciting
and fun, and we just spent all week laughing. And he went back home and it was
sort of sad, because he lives so far away.
We don’t see him very often, as it’s just frickin’ miles away. But we
meet up every so often for a little holiday break, and it’s still really
nice. It’s the sort of relationship we
don’t share with many people-
You know once you’ve done it with someone, and
then you can have this really nice, relaxed physical/tactile friendship that
you just don’t get with most friends?
That.
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