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Life in the Lost Lane
A collective of English Gentlemen

Thursday, May 11

Well, here I am once again

Hello to no one and everyone!

Things haven't changed much since my last visit (except my frame of mind - what was I on?)
E!, the L3 blog founder, has it seems, abandoned his baby. That leaves me as the only person posting here since the start of the year. So who are these posts benefitting? Well, me for one! I enjoy typing out my thoughts to nobody in particular and reading them back to myself. Narcassistic? Maybe, but at least i can admit it.

I would like to talk to you for a moment about the last couple of times I (that's you) saw E!:

1) It was Christmas Eve 2005. It was the Frogs Hole Farm pub in Maidenbower, Crawley. The evening was upon us and although my drinking had to be kept to a minimum due to driving restrictions that night and the next day, I was enjoying myself none the less. E! who I had spoken to a day or two earlier had promised to make an appearance; he was home for Christmas and had purchased a ticket to go to the pub to see a couple of old school mates.

Just as my night was lapsing into total boredom and a desire to leave was creeping up on me...there he was, bright as day, bearded (rather fetchingly) and wide eyed.
We spoke, with excitable animation, about many things.....politics, football (breifly), Playstations, beards, Christmas plans... We spoke of this world and the next, and touched on what our deaths may mean to those closest to us. He bought me a pint, I bought him one. Then he was gone, back to these old school buddies and that was that. Oh, the warmth I felt inside when we were together....and the emptyness I suffered through when we were apart. Don't worry old pal, I forgive you for leaving me that night. People to see and all that...Just know, I'll never forget your sparkling eyes and warm smile. Never.

2) Some months later (since E! had moved from T-Gardens our meetings have become sparse) we met in Balham at a pub/comedy club, where we enjoyed several alcoholic drinks together and chatted all too breifly about things I can't remember. There were a few of us there that night but it felt like it was just me and E!. Remember how we stood up for way too long and watched those poor comedians do their routines? Remember how you had to sit for a while only to discover that it was somebody else's seat? Oh! The memories! I was watching you, periodically, and you did laugh at some of the jokes being told.

Your beard was gone on this occasion and you looked fresh and young. A clean shaven E! for a night on the town. Upon my remark about your missing beard you informed me that your work would be less than happy to have one of their employees sporting facial hair. A point I mused on for a moment before taking another sip of my Vodka Redbull and saying nothing.

As I understand it, a little later on the effects of drinking had taken their toll and you vanished into the night like a beardless ninja. The memory of your smile once again etched forever into my mind.

So, I sit here now looking forward to a rather special meeting that we have organised for the month of July. Of course I hope to see E! before then, but I know that Glade 2006 is in the bank. I know that we have a full weekend mid July to forge new memories.

Until then, my friend.
A x.

posted by B @ 11:46 AM

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