I ad forgotten how witty, clever and anarchic my friends Chris and Steve are. They came to visit today – they seem to be doing a hair-brained tour of Britain this week. Forgive my language, but it was fucking awesome to see them. They both seem possessed of this anarchic sense of humour which you often find in – and here you must forgive a touch of snobbery – clever people. I was showing them the local animal park, and we were walking and talking, and they were referencing things as diverse as Albert Camus and Red Dwarf. They also have a twisted sense of humour.

It has been ages since I saw them, and even longer since I saw them together. Back at uni, they rented a house together, and I used to go round to theirs for drinks once in a while. In fact, if memory serves, I first met Steve the first time I went to a brandies disco dressed up, and from then on I’ve classed him as one of my best friends. We were saying, though, how hard it has been to keep in contact with everyone: it’s been ages since anyone heard from Emma, for example. That strikes me as very sad indeed.

Well, the guys are in town for the next two days, and we plan to hook up again. We parted company far too soon. I’m sorry if my blog has become more diary-like recently; I’ll write more analytical entries soon. it’s just that I tend to write about things which are on my mind, and it seems that Steve has barged his way to the front of my cerebral cortex.