Sheni and Happy
Sheni, Happy and I met on the second day of university. I was extremely guarded with making friends at uni and especially in our Law degree (most of the law students were complete muppets) but these two had that aura about them and it has never gone away. They helped me through the years of going out with the love of my life. He destroyed my heart until there was nothing left and they stood by me, hugged me, gave me a tissue when I needed it and gave their wise advice, although I didn’t listen to them most of the time. We have never lost touch. We might not do the email round robins like we used to but they always change their plans to see me as soon as I land in the UK. It really never feels like I have been away from them for as many months as it might be. They are now married to two lovely blokes and sometimes I have that feeling like I’m the odd one out as I don’t have that in my life but as soon as I have that feeling Happy (with a nickname like that she cannot be anything but Happy) will give her brilliant “look on the brighter side of life” talk and all will be well. Greg
Greg is well Greg. We met through a girl who used to be my “best friend” (turned out to be a total c***). Thanks to her fancying him (oh the irony) and inviting me to live in the same flat with Greg and two other people we became friends and never looked back. When we lived together we were 5 minutes from Selfridges. Our lives since then has revolved around Selfridges (especially the Men’s department – have you seen the men they employee to work there – HAWT!). I just have to say “angel” and he will be there. I introduced him to Madonna and the greatness of her live in concert and he introduced me to foie gras and really good saffron from Spain. I am also his personal shopper when going to Dolce e Gabbana – this job only becomes available when you are special friends.Out of the seven friends he is the one who I have screamed at the most (especially when the toilet seat was left up,) but we are hilarious when we make up: we look at each other, the bottom lip starts shaking, we start crying, then hug and then make up. It should be made into a short movie and win an Oscar for best short “how two besties make up after screaming at each” movie. Maryam
Maryam and I have known each other since we were four. We didn’t like each other for years (well I don’t think she liked me) but we were stuck with each other from an early age as our parents were and still are good friends and we both ended up going to the same junior and grammar school and university together. We even went to see the same religious man for Koran lessons although she finished earlier than me so I was not amused. We have been through so much together that it would take too long to write about it (plus she would call me on skype and kill me if I revealed any details – of course it was all Halal). Our lives have always moved onto other things but we always end up near by to each other even without trying. She is now living in Saudi with her hubby and cutie kids. Although not the same country we still have that expat-living-in-Middle-East thing going on that we can relate to.
These guys are a huge part of my life and I don’t speak to them enough. There are so many forms of communication in this world now and I still do not contact them enough, but you know when I do finally see them we will always say it is like we only met the week before. Ange, Liz, Sheni, Haps, Greg and Maryam – Thank you for everything and for reminding me even now what it means to have true, proper friends in my life like you guys. Miss ya and love ya. xx PS – you could bloody call/text/facebook/twitter/skype/email me for once you know. xxxxxx