Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts

Friends are like cars aren't they?

12:33:00


Friends are like cars. They're extremely convenient to have but a little expensive to maintain. Unlike cars they don’t need fuel or oil changes, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t need maintenance. In lieu of hours at the service station and battery replacements, they require time, frequent communication, and tonnes of effort. 

Like all vehicles with engines, this writer has found that different friends have different uses. There are the friends that are great to drink with, and there are the friends that are great to get high with. There are the friends that shine in deep meaningful conversations, and there are those that are fantastic in all career related matters. 

Because life is a bumpy ocean filled with mess and gore and all manner of disgusting things, it is difficult to know which friend is which, and this is why problems arise in friendship. Some times a going out friend is used as a deep meaningful conversation friend because that friend is there when you were due for a deep meaningful conversation about life. As this is not the way that friend should be used, there will be difficulties. It’s the same way your Ferrari will disappoint you after weeks of being used like a pick up truck. 

As it’s the start of another year, and most of the people that read this blog fall under the collective pile of, “I’M STILL FIGURING SHIT OUT!” This is a message and a call to action. If you’ve got a friend that’s effectively a Kia Picanto (a frightfully small and not particularly heavy duty car) please do not use that friend like it’s a Land Rover Discovery (The King of off road adventures and potholes)

Happy New Year,

Troamteam

On #winning

13:00:00
I (Ola) have mentioned on my blog that I have friends, and sometimes we hang out (this is how I know we are friends, and not just people I've met). We've been to a comedy club in the past, and last week we went to a pub quiz. If I may say so myself, it was a pretty cool thing to do. Almost too cool. Me? At a pub quiz in trendy Hoxton? When did I become so edgy? All I need now is a full 'tache and beard combo and a name like 'Raine', and I may as well be running my own Hackey Sack and table tennis equipment boutique out of a converted Phones4U. 

Anyways, back to the matter at hand. People say it's the taking part, not the winning that counts. Those people have clearly never been to a pub quiz with a monetary prize whilst unemployed. We (the 'Hoxton Hussies') were definitely in it to win it. We felt we had a good chance of a top three finish, seeing as there were only 5 teams involved. We were a team of young, hip people with (probably) above average intelligence and good team spirit. Oh, and we planned to use our various mobile devices to cheat as much as we could. 

How did it go? Well. Have a look.

Hoxton Hussies (In it to win it)
On our way out, we were approached by a barman and I was absolutely convinced the jig was up. We would be banned from the pub and probably hoxton in general and I'd have no chance of opening my edgy boutique. I could pretty much feel the tears welling up. To my surprise and great relief however, he congratulated us as we promised to "definitely be back next week". We probably won't though - cheaters tend to be liars too.

I have no regrets whatsoever. Should I? Please comment below to explain how I am morally bankrupt and not at all edgy.

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