I've been thinking about friends a lot lately. Both old and new. I've had a spectacularly shit year but throughout it all, I've had a rather damn fine assortment of friends behind me They've put up with me losing my girlfriend, leaving university and moving back home, all the while being amazing.
I wouldn't say I'd hope I can repay them in kind sometime down the line, as I hope nobody I love as much as them would have to go through that kinda rubbish.
But I at least hope that many years down the line I'll still be able to say that we are friends...especially while nursing a staggering hangover
Thank you Danni, for being the voice of reason for a mind as jumbled as mine.
Thank you Anna, for being half of the weirdest sibling/couple that Asda has seen these many years.
Thank you Kerri, for being as confidently geeky as I about all things film, writing and Beatles!
Thank you Arko for being so much like me. Always nice to wander the streets at night talking endlessly about any topic...especially if it's linked to coffee
I love the lot of you and if I could say that any of you was my girlfriend then I'd consider myself the luckiest damn guy in the world
Here's hoping the rest of the male population (sparkly vampires, butch werewolves, lead singers of assorted rock bands...and Johnny Depp included) all feel the same

I would tip my hat to you all, but that would draw attention to my gargantuan head and no doubt have you rolling on the floor in stitches so I shall raise my quintessentially English mug of coffee to you instead and say... Nipples. Yes that's right...Nipples.

xxxx