MEMEHUNTER

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Back in Scotland, weather's nice, flat spacious... all sorts of pleasant to be back. Can't work out how to make hot water happen in the flat... but there it is.

Me flatmate's just arrived, which is nice. Gonna meet him for lunch in a bit. Catch up etc.

The new Starbucks in town has got fed up of students demonstrating disapproval by taking the letters from their sign (when I left it said "**r**cks") and has painted its name in big yellow letters instead.

Back in March, I went to a funeral. Well, I went to two, actually, but only one is relevant to the rest of this post.

His name was Finn. Well, actually it wasn't, but that was the name he chose for himself, so that's what we called him. Whatever he called himself, he was a very good friend of mine. We saw eachother kind of infrequently since we left school, but in bursts of semi-regular contact. Often a year or two could roll by without us seeing eachother and then we'd get back in touch and hang about together for a bit. It was kind of nice.

He had some problems. He was rather heavily depressed, on some fairly serious medication, I gather. I tried to help, but he was fairly hard to reach. He knew I was around, though.

In any case, I hadn't seen him for a while when I came up here to start my PhD and I had just started to try and get in touch with him when I got a phone call from his ex-girlfriend (and long time confidente) to tell me he'd hanged himself and that was that really.

There's a lot I could say about that. There's a great deal I could set down. I could, for example, mention that not one day has gone by without me thinking of him at some point or another. I could say that I missed him. I could say many things but, on the whole, I don't think I will. It seems fairly facile.

What I will say is that he would have been 26 today.

So Happy Birthday Finn.

All the best, mate, and cheers.

Here's to you.

posted by Memehunter @ 2:16 PM