When we were young, we made friends based on our tastes in sweets, games and TV programmes If you didn't like Swap Shop and Spangles, or ponies and klackers? bye bye.. In our teens, it was more likely to be clothes, music and fashion - until Punk became more rigid in it's rules than what we invented it for in the first place.. In our twenties and thirties? films, food, wine and comedy, holiday destinations, interior design and childrens names; ie Taste, or our personal narrow definition of it. Now life is shorter and more precious I have become stricter and more fussy. From now on, all my friendships and ties will be based on whether I want you on my team in a Zombie Apocalypse.
I won't lie, some of the people I currently associate with will be useful purely as bait, cannon fodder and ballast. But I am nothing if not fiercely loyal, so though my choices may appear random they matter to me.
I may not agree with your curious affection for a particular type of music, I will let you off if you are a dab hand at carpentry. If someone is a smoker or a pot head, but can knock up a skillful catapult out of knicker elastic and wooden spoons, they can stay. If you are honest and good and true, and do not care whether my roots have been touched up in months; if you cannot tell whether I have vacuumed my house or not, because you came to see US and not inspect my dusty nooks; if you are yourself and let me be myself? it's a win/win situation. I've got your back, and will happily blow away your zombies too.
hm, now I had better make sure I am the friend people want on their team too. It's only fair.
I won't lie, some of the people I currently associate with will be useful purely as bait, cannon fodder and ballast. But I am nothing if not fiercely loyal, so though my choices may appear random they matter to me.
I may not agree with your curious affection for a particular type of music, I will let you off if you are a dab hand at carpentry. If someone is a smoker or a pot head, but can knock up a skillful catapult out of knicker elastic and wooden spoons, they can stay. If you are honest and good and true, and do not care whether my roots have been touched up in months; if you cannot tell whether I have vacuumed my house or not, because you came to see US and not inspect my dusty nooks; if you are yourself and let me be myself? it's a win/win situation. I've got your back, and will happily blow away your zombies too.
hm, now I had better make sure I am the friend people want on their team too. It's only fair.
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