To absent friends.

First off, the laptop is fixed, and life is once again returned to normal down here in Cornwall. It's nice to be back, and I hope you haven't all missed me too much.

So I just watched the latest episode of New Girl, (which really is very good, and if you've never seen it I suggest you check it out), and I thought one of the subjects it brought up this week probably merited a blog post - Bromance.

I am lucky enough to have a number of guys I know I can depend on. My best friend for the last 4 years recently moved to Singapore, and I reckon it kind of proves that we've got a pretty solid friendship that we're still talking practically every day despite the 7 hour time difference. I'm flying out to see him in April, and cannot think of a cooler place for the two of us to get drunk that the beaches of Singapore. Haha. Luke, if you're reading this - Easter is gonna be bloody amazing.

Then there are all the other guys I went to Magaluf with in the summer on a lads holiday. I cant say I was looking forward to that week in "Shaga", as it's affectionately named, but looking back on it now it was honestly one of the best weeks of my life and experience I cant imagine ever have missing out on. I've lost count of the times since I moved to uni that I've found myself telling people I've gotten talking to stories that started, " well when me and my mates went to Maga...". And that's what I guess friendships are in the end, a collection of moments and memories that bind you emotionally to another person. Maga had plenty of  those moments, and lads, if any of you are reading this: big love to you all.

Then there are the gals in my life I could not live without. If I write too much about any of you here I'll get a little too emotional, and no-one wants to read that - but suffice to say this: G Copp, Dunners, Lozza and Chambam - you guys are always there for me, and that fact has been noted.

And I guess that's where this blog post has come from. I miss each and every one of my friends from back home - the guys and gals I've had 4 years of bonding with. Most nights at least once I find myself getting a little emotional when something I see or hear triggers a memory that makes me think of them. I guess it really is true that you don't know what you've got till it's gone.

And I also know I'm being melodramatic here, and that I'll see you all at Christmas (apart from Luke) for a bloody good 4 weeks of partying Maga-style, haha.

Anyways, I just thought I'd share a little with you about the people who have shaped my life so far - they do say you can judge a man by the company he keeps. I'd like to think the company I keep does me credit; I know I think the world of each of them.

I hope everyone who reads this is lucky enough to have friends like mine.

Matt out.