Not So Distant

I sit down to write this thing every single day, as I made my pledge so to do at the very outset; some five years ago. And come hell or high water, tragedy or illness, thus far I've managed at least one post a day to the present. Some days, like today, I really have little to no idea what to say: the wash of events, both global and shall we say, more local, proving a bit too overwhelming to summarise or comment upon. Trump & Musk, Ukraine, the British economy; Christ knows there is so much to say. But today, I can't be arsed with any of this idiocy. So there we are.

I was just reflecting on a friendship that I never cultivated, with one of the most interesting people I've ever met, who is the closest to a kindred spirit I can imagine. We met some thirty-odd years ago at a party here in Rachub, as young-ish blokes, and hit it off from the start. Our 'relationship' has been about as sporadic as could be imagined: we seldom cross paths, but when we do, our conversations are as lively and vivid as ever they were, ranging from politics - we're both socialists - music, philosophy and art; through to total bollocks about not much at all: in short, the kind of mate that you went to school with.

Although David - never Dave, as that's another friend of mine from the village, of longer stead - lives literally only a couple of hundred yards from me as the crow flies, we hardly ever see each other. It may be accidental, or it might be laziness on both our parts, but I suspect we both know that we are intense enough as individuals, and that that the two of us together might prove a bit too much in the long term. Still, it's a pity we've never given it a chance, though. I think it might be time at my - and his - age to make a bit of an effort, eh? We'll see...