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Tuesday, December 04, 2007

My friend - Bertie.

Myself and a housemate used to drink in the Goose quite a bit and from time to time we'd encounter Bertie in there. Once I was even in the jacks just after he had gone in. Little did I know that this level of interaction makes me his friend, perhaps even a close friend. I'm a terrible person despite the closeness of our relationship, I haven't ever sent him a Christmas card and I completely snubbed his daughter's wedding. And not once did I offer to lend him money.

I'm a bad, bad person.

2 comments:

mgb said...

Housemates Danny, housemates. I want to be bertie's frined as well. Thats appointed-to-state-companies friend of course and not loans-bertie-1000s-of-euros friend.

Dan Sullivan said...

Some were there more than others, but yes it should have read housemates.