You know its 2007 when you have this conversation:
S: You’re definitely the fittest out of all your friends.
Me: How would you know. You havn’t met my friends?
S: Yes but i’ve seen all your pictures on facebook.
I must admit i have been nurtured alot lately for my end of term work anguish. I had two posh dinners cooked for me this week. Unfortunately though i had avery uncomfortable moment with one of the chefs. You may remember me falling out with a friend over him voting for the BNP a while back. I was busily telling the story to the chef until there was an awkward silence and it transpired that he also claimed to have justification for supporting them too. I was pretty shocked. In leicester i never met anyone this extreme even though most leicester natives moan about imigrants a bit from time to time.
At the time i told J in no uncertain terms that our friendship was over but we weren’t that close anyway. At the time of confession, chef was standing there hammering peppercorns into a steak for me. Even though i was horrified enough to leave i didnt feel i coiuld.
Another friend and i discussed it last night and his take on it was that friendship is about shared values. I do not share his neo facist values so am within my rights to dismiss him. Then he added ‘oh well, if you can’t do that at least you only have to argue every four years about it!’