Friends are the greatest. I went out for dinner last night with two friends as a celebration of the end of term. As we were sitting there discussing the reality of being single, we took it upon ourselves to rename people that came into the restaurant. I’ll give you an example: “Mediocre Matt” or “Average Andy” or my personal favourite, “He’ll do, Harry” (we also caught a chance meeting with “Grecian god Gary”). This year has been so full on, but, in that moment, it didn’t really matter that I was being a shit person, or that I have to sit exams in a month; that could potentially decide my next five years or even that I am imploring a great likeness to this at the moment. All that mattered was if “Grecian God Gary” was going to eat in or takeaway. And that, that was a great feeling.
