Brodyboy
So, one more person makes the switch from the ‘online friends’ to the ‘real life’ friends list. Brodyboy is in London for three days, straying from his native Amsterdam. We’ve chatted online for eight or nine months I’d guess, but the north sea has always got in the way of a real-life meet.
Then today, around half twelve, my phone does its irritating, grating rasp. I could change it, but then it would sound like all the others and I’d be running across the office for no reason at all. Turns out it’s Brodyboy finishing a pizza on Leicester Square. He agrees to pop into the office and ask for me at the desk and we go out for a coffee.
Would we have recognised each other if we’d met on the street? Probably not, but after months of on-and-off chats about everything from cameras to travel to food it felt like we already knew each other well.
There have been times in the past where I’ve met people in person after chatting online, and it more or less puts an end to the chats. Don’t know why - just does. Perhaps because when you get to meet the person you find you can’t actually chat face to face, and after that online conversations feel a bit false, but I get the distinct impression that won’t happen here.
It was certainly a more interesting way to spend the lunch hour than sitting at my desk nibbling through an M&S salad.
Made soup when I got home - big hearty bowlfuls of the stuff for Paul and myself, using the carrots and potato I’d bought yesterday and then left on the worktop after the nasty freezer discovery. Was vaguely impressed at my skill chopping veg with the biggest carving knife until I managed to put it through my finger and slice off some skin.
Blood aplenty.
And plasters, too.
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