meandco

   Above is a picture of me and my best mates Vicky and Chozza. Guess which is which.
    It was taken on an underground train on the way home from a day out in London. The carriage was getting emptier and emptier as the journey went on, and we weren't certain that that didn't have anything to do with us! Eventually the carriage was emtpy except for us 4 (the fourth being Vicky's sheffieldish penpal Kate, a beatle fan who didn't seem to find the idea of running up and down the carriage hanging off things half as funny as she should have.) (just a note, this is not polite behaiviour, and we wouldn't have done it had anyone else been on the train) (well, probably not.)
    We are older than we look
    We like London. There are lot's of strange people in London, unlike Essex, where you're either a trendy dating (or being) a rude boy or you get beaten up. There are big shops where you can actually find lots of Bowie CDs. (You can find them in Romford to but its much more fun travelling to London.) We're all into retro music so there's lots to do.
    The last few times we've been to London we've spent most of the time running around all the places that sell videos in search of "The Hunger." Eventually someone found the courage (probably our mate Vera, cos we're all dead shy) to actually ask (o and Vera's the only one that looks older than 12,) only to find that it had been discontinued
     A few weeks later Vicky recorded it off sky. (shhh, its porbably illegal,) (well if it is it's their fault for discontinuing it.) (its probably not illegal anyway, everybody does it)(well I never did law.)

Chozza.
   I met Chozza in yr 6 (age 11 ish) at an junior string group called HYSP. We were both in school uniform, and she recognised mine and told me that her God mother taught at my school. Her Godmother was actually my class teacher, so I told Mrs Farrow that I had met her God daughter and she asked which one and I said "O."
   I saw her again the next week and discreetly found out her name. Then she got moved up a group and I stayed put.
   I next saw her about a year later at the group above. We were now both at secondary school, and this time I recognised her uniform. I told her that my mother taught at her school and she didn't know who it was. By year 8 she had my mother for French, and my Mum started giving her lifts to the group. I thought that she was really really nice, except she did take a long time to get used to someone enough to actually talk to them.
    Before Christmas that year I decided to move schools, for reasons that in all honesty I have forgotten. It wasn't that they weren't important reasons, it's just that when I started my new school I never looked back. I told Choz that I was coming to her school, and she said "Oh." I was very offended, but it she made me feel a lot better recently when she confessed that when I told her she had been really really excited, but was trying to look cool. Typical Choz.
    We weren't best friends straight away, and I don't really know what it was. It was probably RE in year 10, when we would spend 5 hours a fortnight talking about utter crap. Eventually we decided that we both fancied the badies on films, got worried so we went to ask Vick if we were sick. She told us we were Sado-massicists like her and no that's not sick. It can't be sick if enough people have it to give it a name. Then she discovered Bowie and so did I, and now she's one of my best mates ever.

Vicky
    I met Vicky when I started at the school in year 8. Apparently the first thing I said to her was "Hey, you're really good at drama!" during an RE lesson when we were acting out the plagues of Egypt (that's catholic schools for you.)
     She stuck out because of the drama. We went to drama club together right through year 8, and year 9, even though we wer sometimes the only year 9s there. I'm not sure when she started loving the Beatles, but I do remember her being quite unbearable on the school trip to Italy, and sitting on her bed with PMS staring at pictures of a young Paul McCartney, and making us all listen to the early albums (she was the only one with speakers.) I started to really really look up to her. She seemed really really wise, and kind of like a middle aged woman, even though she always looked about 12 and still does. She writes the most fantastic novels, usually with a main character called Paul, with a dark moptop. Normally someone dies. Usually the goody, but only ever Paul once. Someone often gets raped, and bad things happen generally. They never get finished. She writes really well.
     She has more recently become a Monkey fan (why o why?) her favourite being Mike Nesmith, who lives with her (apparently.) Why she would want a 60 year old with a saggy bum (as her Mum says) living with her is beyond me, but I do understand that it is the young Mike, who I have to admit did have rather a nice bum. She writes very good Minkee fanfiction, which for some strange reason is slash (ie m/m.) She says it is so that she can't get jealous of any girl she puts in it. Why doesn't she just do what me and Choz do and pretend it's her? (no we pretend its us not her) (God that sounded bad.)
    Anyway she's been my best mate since year nine (however sick and twisted she is,) and we haven't had that many rows (not ones that I can remember anyway.)