The People List

Yes this idea was stolen from Jenny, no I’m not going to say sorry, yes I did it because my top bar showing pages looked incomplete as well as the fact I want to tell everyone how much they mean to me and yes, this is a very long and disjointed sentence.

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This is a page showing those I love and why I love them, my life wouldn’t be the same without you guys and I just wanted to do something to remind you all that your all special. There is no specific order to this page, except that in which I find the picture I want to put to people’s mentions. So, if your not at the top don’t take offence.

This page is a work in progress, if your not on here and think you should be don’t shout at me, you probably will be in time.

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Morph-man + Morph-fan

Katie Charlotte Boughey

I always spell her name wrong, even after three and a half years of solid friendship. She has been like a mother to me, like a sister to me, like a daughter to me, suffice to say, I consider her to be family. We’ve been in a relationship, which didn’t work out, and we’ve come through it stronger than ever as best friends. I’d be lost without her and the little things she says and does that make me smile. Her writing, drawing, acting and advice all astound me with the sheer brutal force of talent she has for each. She is my moral compass and I often take her opinion into account far more than I’ll ever admit to her.

Dearest Katie, I love you so, I hope you never cease to amaze and astound me. Without you, I would not be such a good person, and I can never thank you enough.

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Dancing? Me? never!

Kate Jordan H-B

I will never write our your full surname. It’s just unnecessary. Let’s see, We’ve been friends for over three years, and we’ve been in a relationship three times, which together adds up to over a year. I’ve known you for over a 1/6th of my life, and we went out for an 1/18th of my life. I think we’re still close because we’re such good friends though. We can tell each other anything and quite often do, even if we don’t always know why. We’ve certainly had our ups and downs, but I wouldn’t change a second of it. You confuse the hell out of me a lot of the time, but I’ve given up on trying to solve the puzzles and tend to go with the flow these days. You are my party-going-partner, my co-word-inverter (togethery, sexgasmical), my best friend, my book-reading-and-lending-compadre and the person who can always cheer me up no matter what stupid mood I’ve gotten myself into.

Dearest Kate, the moonlight compliments you beyond belief, never feel like you should change, for you’re perfect as you are. And don’t you dare let anyone tell you that you’re not beautiful.

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Pink Lady and a Hula Man-Woman Walk Into a Bar?

Emily Jayne Bettany

My birthday buddy. Yup, the only person I know who I share a birthday with, and the only person I would ever want to share a birthday with. Your fecking awesome. I know full well I’ve shown you up in the past, I’ve stolen the limelight and the thunder and all sorts of other things, and you know full well that I’m sorry about that, and you’ve never once blamed me for my nature. We fit together well, we’ve been close, and we’ve had our arguments, but I will always be there when you need me and I know you’ll be there for me too. I’ve butted into your and Twigs relationship God only knows how many times, and I’ve still been forgiven by you. You have such a kind heart and a wonderful nature about you, that I don’t think it’s possible to be angry at you at all. Anyway yeah, your a rock, not thick, but sturdy. Constant. An anchor to the reality that I am who I am and I have awesome friends to get me through any hardship. I love you for that. It sound like something simple, just being there, but you do it better than anyone I know. So many good memories. A few bad. Thank you Emmy.

Dearest Emmy, you confuse me, you amuse me, your the reason I enjoy my birthdays each year. You will be successful in anything you try, and for that I envy you. I wish you nothing but happiness, for that’s what you have given me.

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Me and Alex, plus pens = kisses

Alexandra “Ginge” Louise Hackney-Wilson

People wonder why you let me get away with calling you Ginge. They wonder why you take such an insult from someone who should be a close friend. Some people are idiots. We both know full well that I call you ginge because it’s something personal between me and you. I get away with it because we understand each other so well and we’re such good friends. Let’s see… Well. You’ve been there for me so many times I lost count ages ago. Though good times and bad. We’ve had so many fun memories and just as many where one of us has needed help from the other. We’ve watched each other do stupid things and then helped each other pick up the pieces afterwords. Your the only one of my friends I’ve lived with and shared a room with. We’ve shared a lot of things. Whenever we seem to drift apart I feel sad, but then I know in my heart we will always be friends and the sadness evaporates. Just knowing that you’re there for me if I need you makes me feel better at the worst of times. I never say it enough, but thank you. For everything.

Dearest Alex (See, I don’t always say Ginge), you are fantastic. Beautiful beyond compare. Amazing at fixing the stupidest of problems. And my God you have the most wonderful hair I’ve ever seen. You are the reason I’ve not given up so many times, I love you as a sister and a best friend, and if you ever dye your hair I’m going to kick your ass

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Camping, That's How We Roll

Thomas Richard Bland

Really Big Shoe. I don’t know, it’s an old school memory. God we’ve had some roller-coaster moments. I’ve hated you, resented you, pitied you, ignored you, sympathised with you, argued with you, consoled you, supported you, envied you, thanked you, disregarded you, attacked you, defended you, misled you, been lied too by you, and I’ve been advised by you. God we have had all sorts of times. I remember so many for such different reasons. From late night, deep, putting-the-world-to-rights talks all the way too one time when you thought I was going to attack you, and your look of terror that anyone but me would have thought was determination. I remember that time, purely because every memory of you and me came together at that moment and that’s why I didn’t hit you. I’m glad I didn’t. Not only was your face and the relief on it hilarious looking back, but it also made sure we stayed friends. I’m very glad of that. I mean, sure I didn’t speak too you for a while, but when we started talking again it was like the old days, and that made me smile. We’ve drifted apart a few times when one of us becomes busier than usual, but always when we come together again we delight in each others company. There aren’t that many people who can keep up with me when my mind starts running it’s circles about the important stuff, and almost no one who can banter right back at me like you do. I’m proud to call you one of my best friends and always will be. Oh and before I forget, your support and belief is why I sing. Why I did the talent show. Why I did band night. And why those times were some of the best I’ve ever had.

Dearest Blandy, try not to let your penis flop out of your underwear at parties, yeah? Thanks. No, seriously, thanks for all the good memories, and I hope there will be many more. You may not always agree with me, but you know I’ll always support you in anything you need me too. Your insights I will miss if ever you stop saying the stupid things you do. I wish you weren’t always so right. Remember that respect must be earned, not assumed my friend. You’ll go far, I know it.

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Smiles all round

Jon Ian Wooldridge

Booze. Drink. Alcohol. Parties. Getting wasted. Wankered. Smashed. Plastered. No matter what you call it, it reminds me of you Jon. Seriously, every time I drink or party I remember the most fun drunken times, and the drinking with you and the guys. Good times. I especially remember the time at yours, with Blandy, Twig, You, Me, and Rowley. Yup. Blandy flopped his penis out, and we all tried playing PS3 whilst drunk. The most vivid memory though, is of your giggle. Yup, giggle. My god it made me laugh. It still does. To be honest, in most of the memories I have of laughing you are involved somehow. Oh god! Walking back from Jack’s party at the windmill, to Twig’s in the snow! Random chats late in the night at Twig’s, partying at Blandy’s, hanging out at your’s or mine. Just chilling in college and even back in high school. Doing light and sound for shows. Ha. Oh, and the jokes, jesus. I lost count of the times we’ve been with the lads and we’ve all been in stitches. It seems when put together we come up with the best jokes. Whey! Cinema times, BBQ times, they’re all better with a dash of Jon involved. Add a splash of alcohol too and you’ve got a winning combination Despite the fun loving partying side of things I also like that you’re a pretty f***ing clever person in general too. You read the best quality books and give insights into various stuff, that no one else would ever have thought of. To be honest, what else is there to say? You’re a bit f***ing awesome. End of story.

Dearest Jon. Sounds a bit queer that, doesn’t it? “Dearest”? Oh well. Yeah, basically man, I know you don’t need it, but good luck to you in life and everything. Your going to go far. Your smarter than you let on and a great friend as well. Your loyal, a good laugh, an awesome drinking partener and millions of other nice things that everyone knows so well that I don’t even need to say them. You’ve got me through some rough times, and I hope one day I can repay the favour. Remember, your friends are always there for you, no metter what. Trust us.

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Celebratory Drink Anyone?

Alex Jon “Twig” Oakden

It’s only very rarely I actually call you by your real name. To me you’ll always be twig. My best friend. The person I look up to most. Pretty much the embodiment of happiness during my memories of high school and college. You definitely got me through buisness studies and geography. I never would have enjoyed college half as much without you, and when I think back about either of those subject, I mostly just remember me and you laughing and bantering with the teachers. I know we compete sometimes, and I can be a sore loser and an equally bad winner on occasion, but I really do enjoy when you do well. On very infrequent occasions we’ve not seen eye to eye, usually because I’m being an arse, and for those I’m sorry. I’m also sorry for butting in where I wasn’t wanted or needed with you and Em. I know some of the advice I’ve given you hasn’t worked out, but most of it has, and I’m glad of that. I remember and smile at our random late night chats with the guys, or just us, whenever I think of them. More than once you’ve told me to stop being a retard and get my act together, and I may not have listened at the time, but I see, looking back, that that’s exactly what I needed. You know far more about me than most people, and I don’t mind. You’re one of the few people I’ve consistantly got on with since I’ve known you and my life would be much worse off without you in it. Not to mention your random antics and ledgenary vomiting, plus your comedic genious.

Dearest Twig. I don’t exactly have words to put here. That’s why I’ve been putting off doing your section on here for so long. I don’t know how to tell you how much you mean to me and how much you’ve improved my life. It’s stupid, but the times when I’ve needed someone and you’ve just been there really count for a lot. You amaze me fairly frequently. I mean, whenever I’ve seen you really put your mind to doing something, you’ve done it well and suceeded. that’s a pretty decent skill to have. I love you twig. (In a non sexual way ) Don’t forget me when you’re rich and famous, yeah?