Of Old Friends & Fond Memories

Over the weekend, a few of us had arranged to meet up as me housemate* from me Uni days was down fer a visit. Didn't quite go as planned as the Hairy Doctor (as he is known) fell off his stool at the mamak stall & got a massive bump on his arm which looked serious enough fer him to bugger off to the hospital. And this was even before a single sip of alcohol was consumed!!!

Anyways, the rest of us adjourned to the pub fer a pint or two & to catch up on old times. There we were, six old buddies who have known each other fer nigh on two decades or more. We had a fooking blast! Talking footie, taking the piss & generally racist name calling each other as we used to do when we used to meet up at least once a week fer thani sessions.

Me later pointed out to Kopite78 what a shame we don't meet up more often. While me concedes that marriage, demanding wifeys (me is not saying whose, ok), kids, fooking work, old age etc etc does takes its toll, there isn't any good reason why we couldn't meet up more regularly. Fooking hell, me hadn't seen one bloke (let's call him Stone Elephant) fer over a fooking year. What tha fook? We used to meet several times a week fer drinks. Now this Stone Elephant has even given up drinking! Oh, did me mention that Stone Elephant is Punjabi? When was the last time you met a SOBER Bai? Shit, how times have fooking changed!

Columnist Jeremy Clarkson once said its delusional to think you will keep the same friends & acquaintances forever. But why not? Especially if these friendships were forged during yer formative student years. And like any other relationships, friendships need to be worked on . . . preferably over a cold beer or two in a pub. They shouldn't be left idle & to wither.

Anyways, in view of the mishap, we are meeting me housemate again this weekend before he fooks off back to the UK & everyone has agreed to turn up (even the fong fai kay specialist Kuan fooking Tan). As the cliche goes, "no man is an island", it would be a fooking sad state of affairs if we allow some these islands to disappear from sight altogether . . .

* Me housemate is of M'sian Ceylonese descent. His wife is Irish and is currently expecting their third child. They are on a mission to breed the ultimate terrorist thru the combination of Tamil Tiger & IRA genes . . .