|Pauline, in 1986, having just dropped me off after work |
note - I took a lot of photos, even back then, but at this time I was still using a disc camera, hence the grainy image...
|Me, June 1986|
(taken on the Sixth Form trip to Great Yarmouth)
If you asked me now to explain how our friendship happened, I don’t think I could - something just clicked and whatever it was, it latched in tight. My parents went on holiday and as I then couldn't drive, Pauline offered to give me a lift into work. You have to remember, I was fresh out of school - as brash and dopey as only a seventeen-year-old can be - and yet she tolerated me. For my part it was easy - she was pretty, smart and independent, warm, witty and fiesty and I loved her for it, I still do.
I was proud to have a female best friend, partly because a platonic friendship seemed to confuse some people (as happened on our joint holiday to Corfu in 1992) but mostly because she was fun to be with and often gave me a completely different point of view on life. We had a great time together and continue to do so.
Our friendship has seen us both go through a lot over the years - marriages for each of us, children (her daughter wasn’t quite one when I met her, Dude came along in 2005), heartbreak and heartache, health issues - but we’ve always been there for each other.
|Enjoying a laugh and some wine, 2002|
|At Kettering Odeon, with Daniel Craig, November 2015|
|After a walk, August 2015|
|left - 2002, right - 2012|
|Just about to set off on another walk - late May 2016|