Friends Reunited
Never really bothered keeping in touch
with mates from uni -
can’t say I think about Bob much,
or Will, or that puny bloke
I met in Irish lit., the one who spoke
with a phony fecker accent. What was his name?
I hung around with him all the same.
I barely think about old pals at all.
I changed my number:
I expect that’s why they don’t call.
Yes, I’m cool as a cucumber, getting
on with life, no time for internetting,
browsing through Friends Reunited,
witnessing my aloofness indicted.
As long as you aren’t under the misconception the friends from Uni don’t keep up with you through this blog. Glad to see you’re doing well.
Posted on 28-Sep-06 at 10:14 am | PermalinkI browsed through the entry for my old school entry - and was delighted to see that the evil bitches who made my arrival at that last of too many schools a misery (army brattishness has its drawbacks) were all still living in shitsville, having married their schooldays ’sweethearts’ and were all bemoaning the fact that their fun days were long over …
Posted on 29-Sep-06 at 2:08 am | PermalinkI expect that makes me a bad person. Lalala I don’t care.
I’m with pog (as ever). The whole point of FR is to make sure that the losers who made your life a misery really are recently divorced from their cousins and rubbing horeshit on their heads as a baldness remedy.
Posted on 29-Sep-06 at 6:30 am | PermalinkPinenut: with these implications, you are really scaring us.
pog / Moobs: that’s funny, everyone from my old school is living the life of their dreams, their silver lining unsullied by the merest hint of cloud.
Posted on 02-Oct-06 at 1:51 pm | PermalinkUh huh.
Posted on 10-Oct-06 at 8:50 am | Permalink