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The other night a friend confessed to a really intense friendship when he was young. Nothing sexual or anything, but it did extend to always going to the toilet together. As he put it, "we shared our poos."

Think back to the innocence of blood brothers and being friends forever and tell us the stories of loyalty, commitment and how it all went horribly wrong. You've seen Heavenly Creatures...

(, Fri 28 Jul 2006, 10:21)
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Yellow rainbow pants
Back when I was a wee lass of about eight, I had a particular friend called Valerie. Looking back, I can't remember why we were friends as she was pretty cruel and manipulative even at that age. As little girls do, we'd go to each others houses for tea, and swap things, and play, and just general kid stuff. Her house was (at the time) a haven of hitherto unknown culinary delight - Findus French Bread Pizzas and mystery boiling salty goo called Corned Beef Hash. My house had unhappy parents, healthy food and home made yoghurt, so I was magnetically attracted there. Maybe that's why we were friends.

I was, even then, exhibiting symptoms of becoming the social outcast that I no longer aspire to be, and the school disco presented me with a hideous choice. Choose an outfit that wouldn't raise too much mirth, go, hate every minute and have to lie to unhappy parents about how great it was, or wear what I liked, not go, stay home, read a book by myself, and be quite happy. I chose the latter.

Well, obviously, that's grounds for a fight, isn't it? My one and only, ever, when I told her. I was so shocked, I didn't know what to do, not helped by the fact that, like many of the stalkers mentioned on here, she copied everything I did. I grabbed her hair, she grabbed mine. I scratched her arm, she scratched mine. Until, a stroke of genius.

We were wearing those red and white cheked gingham dresses with buttons down the front. Seeing my moment, (well, being able to see momentarily) I grabbed the bottom of her dress. Little white buttons went pinging off in every which way, leaving her with just two, below her neck. The dress clearly wasn't covering her eight year old modesty, or her yellow rainbow motif pants.

Her screams alerted the teachers, and even though I was, at the time, a proper girly sport and attention avoiding swot (see comment above about staying home with books rather than people) some of them refused to believe that she'd started it. She was taken off, snivelling, while I felt (and still feel) rightly proud but not a little slighted.

In the way of little girls though, she invited me round for tea the next day. And I went. I'm now learning that it's really ok NOT to spend time with people that make you feel rubbish but it's taken a long, long time.

I'm happy to say,I have no idea where she is or what she's doing, and I hope it stays that way. I have really nice friends now - if you're reading this Rich_T or Cardinal Chunder, love you :)
(, Tue 1 Aug 2006, 15:45, Reply)

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