The legend..
To about 7 of us. I suppose infamous might be a better adjective. EL was our strange friend. Strange because while he never actually done much to warrant being friends with, he did do enough to warrant being at war with. However, he was a mate and had a few issues..
At various moments he has: followed me and an ex down an alleyway and watched us get down to ahem.. silently. When I saw the look on his face it was a bit nervewracking EL was almost albino in skintone, so to see this gaunt, ghostly face peering intently..worrying.
This almost voyeur behaviour notched up a gear when after another night knobbing about in the park drunk on cider (Ah Victoria park E London, how I miss you and white lightning!) we went to our mates house to roll around in her bed and listen to placebo in the dark (we were the most unlikely bunch of proto emos imaginable: one of us was a proper northern rugby player and I was going through a worrying reebok classic and ralph lauren phase, chavtastic before the term was around)As we all nod off in each others arms - with me never feeling safer in my life - I look up and notice EL hasn't joined us in the bed. EL is sitting at the desk with that scary death stare look again, all the while stabbing the table with a compass.

Very random fellow, after being mates with him for 6/7 years or so none of us had ever seen the inside of his house, never been invited and whenever we knocked round for him we had to wait outside. The boy certainly cultivated an air of mystique around him.

Hated Americans and had a worrying attitude towards the female persuasion, namely was sexist to shite. Last time I heard he had married an American and is now living in...Exactly.

Had intense friendships with all of that lot mind, sharing baths at the age of 18 with peachy, passing a submarine of cider between our legs and comparing cock sizes will stay with me forever. Amazed and loving the fact we are all still close and can reduce each other to that childish prickish way we were 10 years ago at the sip of a pint in a wetherspoons.

Thinking about it, life is shit in comparison to those days.
(luckymcdanger, Tue 1 Aug 2006, 17:29, Reply)