Thursday, December 30, 2004
Life is a timewarp
When we finished university, James, Olly and myself promised each other that we’d meet up once a year to drink, talk and take stock of how our lives are panning out. Last year we met in May at Northampton, where we had been to university. The previous year we met at my house in August. This year we have had to wait until late December, as James has been teaching in Japan and now Italy, and our schedules haven’t synced until Christmas. And so I have spent the last 24 hours at James’ parents’ house near Worcester and Kidderminster, drinking Guinness, eating faggots, falling asleep in chairs and talking about live, love, music, films, places and people. Much of the conversation revolved around Oliver’s calamitous university love life. One of the girls in question was called Fiona. I just sat down to watch Weakest Link and eat lamb chops, and she answered a simple question wrong (said “wasp” instead of “buzz”) and got voted off in the second round. I recognised her voice. It was definitely her. Most. Fucking. Odd. An incident of bizarre serendipity.
We have yet to have the conversation with students that some graduates had with us when we were in our first year. We wonder whether we are nostalgic for naivety. We suspect we are. But we’re not doing badly.
NJS
12/30/2004 06:27:00 pm
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3 Comments:
hi nick
did u give the faggort or recieve it
thta comment was form stephen royle
Not only that, but on the 30th of December another girl who we spoke about - she of the "Crash" comment - has left me a message on Friends reunited. Unfortunately, because she didn't write her email address in the message i will have to pay £7.50 to contact her. Hmm... tough call.
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