57:365 Ric...
A drunken encounter during my first year university Halloween party that morphed easily into something more intimate. Tall, and rugged with dark good looks; blessed with a self effacing intelligence. I often think of him.
56:365 Francisco...
... has enriched my life immeasurably. Intelligent, funny, warm, cuddly, generous. A master of lateness and faffing. A catalyst. Through him I have met people I cannot imagine life without. Least of all the man himself...
55:365 Oscar...
... would arrive with videos and Lucozade when I was ill. Unusually thoughtful acts at 15 years old. The brother I never had. In a narration of my teens undoubtedly a key protagonist of the story...
54:365 Bruce...
... was flatmate / friend of Graham. He introduced me to the exotic cuisine of Scotland, haggis! Bruce came out to me, despite our fledgling friendship, hoping I would pave the way for his admission to Graham...
53:365 Graham...
... and I were friends in school. We lost touch. Found each other. Fell in love. He broke my heart in a way I hadn't previously experienced. Causing Katrina to name him as "That Spineless Arsehole"...
52:365 Jim...
... and I lived happily not together-together for 4 years. Achieving companionship rarely found and never repeated. Almost morphing into one being. When he left to discover 'the world' his space could never be filled...
51:365 Barrington...
... always cut a rather dramatic dash. Tall, slender and sporting a head of short dreadlocks that somehow defined him. Creative, worldly, well read and dynamic beyond comprehension. His hyperactive personality was endearing, in small doses...
50:365 Richard...
... died far too young. Official verdict was death by drowning. The unofficial verdict included the fatally cataclysmic heart defect. His death ended our regular tennis 'tournaments' and left an eternally sad imprint on my heart...
49:365 Guy...
... is my spiritual soul mate. Cut from the same fabric of life. Intelligent, funny and forthright. We drunkenly 'pacted' to be each others "plan B" knowing entirely that would never be enough for either of us...
48:365 Andrea...
... moved to the other side of the world to find herself a new life. Now a 'Mrs' with a new future ahead. Straight talking, dependable. Travel companion and friend of the highest quality. Missed greatly...
47:365 Lawrence...
... appeared from the haze of the dance floor. Into my hand he pressed his hastily written note: declaring me a "dancing goddess" and urging me to call him as he would be "waiting for me"...
46:365 Katrina...
... and I lived so close by, her parents house became my second home. Generous of spirit and a natural home-maker. Time reduced us to Christmas card friends though I often think of her still...
45:365 Jay...
... is Steve's partner, a total fun magnet, a shot drinker extraordinaire, a complete honey and the only man I know that can carry off angel wings and a glitter halo like he really means it...
44:365 Jacqui...
... is like a champagne hand-grenade. She explodes with personality. Promises wild excitement, delivered with panache. She's loyal, generous and a force of nature. Caught in her slipstream just buckle up and enjoy the ride...
43:365 Kev...
... is dry, witty, quarrelsome, generous, loyal, moody, headstrong and gay. He's his own take on the Seven Dwarves. He's my partner in many a crime (mostly food/chocolate related) and I love him dearly...
42:365 Alex...
... was David's best friend and holiday companion. Equally stunning but displaying a certain aloof quality on the edge of rude. I sensed that he hung with us more for his friend's benefit than his own...
41:365 Pete...
... was my favourite teacher. He skimmed that fine line between 'friend' and 'teacher' because of his affable nature. He showed me Florence for the first time. Inspiring me to be the creative person I became...
40:365 Chantelle...
... was the obligatory school 'odd kid'. She never spoke and stood on the sidelines sporting a strange smile. I guess things changed; Years later I saw her in full conversation, making up for lost time...
39:365 Brett...
... is funny and charming. The type who knows how to get away with stuff armed with nothing but a smile. Like cheekily adding his photo and number to my phone when I wasn't paying attention...
38:365 Otis Lightfoot...
... is Jackson's baby brother. He's at the beginning of his path in life, his latent potential in the world has yet to be explored. All wide-eyed wonderment, easily procured smiles and life-affirming innocence...
37:365 Lise...
... has to be involved in everything. Her head pops up, Meerkat-esq, sniffing out the current scoop. Implying others are incapable. Undoubtedly just her 'way' although I doubt she realises quite how annoying it frequently becomes...
36:365 Steve...
... was quite possibly the best boss ever. Approachable, fun, generous, smart and endlessly capable. Three different companies, one boss (yes, that good I followed him). Quickly becoming a friend/confidant rather than just my manager...
35:365 Petra...
... was eternally picked upon. The butt of cruel comments courtesy of the immature males in the class. She fought back with verbal and physical aggression which I suspect did nothing more than fuel their cruelty...
34:365 Jason...
... and I would play for hours. And sit under the dining table, a makeshift den, discussing the trials and tribulations associated with being 3 years old. Does it matter that only I could see him...?
33:365 Richard...
... appeared both lost and frustrated. All he wants is to return home to his country but he lacks the means. Homeless by situation rather than choice. He was genuinely surprised that he wasn't 'invisible' to me...
32:365 Ken...
... is all dimples and Gaelic charisma. Damaged by the faithlessness of another he's beginning to appreciate the freedom he is now presented with. But he doesn't realise the true heart-stealing charm he possesses...
31:365 Rachel...
... and I would sit telling ghost stories in the half-light of her parents cellar. She was the sister I never had. Best friends from the age of six. Inseparable as little girls can be...
30:365 Pat...
... the only man I know who despite living in America for 20 years still maintains his East-End geezer accent to perfection. He carries his ginger hair and very 'English-ness' with flair and aplomb...
29:365 David...
... was a tanned, deliciously lithe beauty. He mastered diving seductively into the cool water of the pool. His suggestive smiles were proffered as only the French know how. Intent on being noticed, his plan worked...
