dubdobdee | Nov. 6th, 2009

though i've been back now and then, it's a lifetime since i spent full true friend-time with rob and his semi-random housemates in far shepherds bush -- i remember a nice party at his where i teased cath h abt the ugly guy who was dogging her -- and half a lifetime since i last escaped the crush of carnival in lovely gentle steph's weird-shaped ladbroke grove flat: rob's more than 20 years dead now, and cath got married and steph ended up i know not where -- she fled london for the crusty nomad trail and we lost touch -- so the nice thing about an evening spent at entirely practical friend-time things (helping

piratemoggy move house) in that potentially haunted zone is that the lost and the vanished didn't feel needy any more, so much as amused and supportive

update: er obviously this wasn't the ONLY nice thing, bcz i was with

piratemoggy and

triffidfarmer and

friedslice and

hoshuteki, which is the definition of nice all round, but yes: ghosts being ghosts, it is nice when they agree with you about the living...