That's what friends are for...

Enough of the bad song quotes.

Point being, I love Steve. Highlights in managing to spend time with him recently include the priceless quote "her vagina was not unlike a poorly packed sandwich, with unruly beetroot flying sideways" (not at all sexist or inappropriate, though it may seem that way out of context). Also, upsetting bartenders at Q & A (Bar Called Barry on Thursday where my dear friend Richard DJs) by reliving our teen years and ordering vodka and rasberry (there were no Lemon Ruskis so we had to make do). Finally, when minding my parent's house we had a late night DVD singalong to Joe Cocker that included an unreasonably loud screaming/singing 4.30am rendition of 'Have a Little Help From my Friends'.

I might be feeling sick. I might not even be able to pick up the phone or deal with what most people would consider day-to-day life... but someone like Steve can make me forget I'm that detached and distract me long enough that I feel kinda normal.

That's what friends are for.