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[ghoti_mhic_uait]

And there it was; all the places we went, I reember walking there with you, a place for bein with you, a place for loving you. I feel you still, sometimes, when the wind is right, or maybe you are there. I smile, or I cry. I miss you so much.



In not entirely unrelatedness, I miss Chris. Tell me about Chris; what makes you think of him, what do you think of when you hear his name?

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Bitching...

[absinthecity.livejournal.com]

Oh yes :) Chris was about the most accomplished bitch I've ever met. He used to wind me up whenever I bitched about anyone and go "Hmmmm, cutting!" but I never took it as an insult as I knew he saw it as being as much of a fine art as I do ;)

I do remember wondering if he bitched about me as much as he bitched about almost everyone in their absence, but for the forementioned reasons didn't especially care :)

A trip to Oxford will always be particularly memorable. I couldn't believe -- and still can't -- the sheer number of people he knew. He was meeting long lost friends literally after five minutes of arriving there, and this continued all day with many interesting and eccentric characters met. His ability to get on with anyone was one of his best qualities I think.