you’re it

The lovely Laura over at Dropstitch tagged  me a while ago  for a photo meme.  La rules,

“Open the 6th picture folder on your computer, open the 6th photo and blog it. Write something about it. Then tag 6 more people to do the same.”

This photo is from my first visit to Berlin with my old university friend Helen.  I’m meant to be taking a photo of myself wearing a mustache but as you can see the face-camera-mustache alignment has totally gone to pot so I just look slightly dozy and a little confused.

In the nicest possible way, Helen has always been kind of a kook.  She was on my course at uni and I met her through a friend of a friend and we ended up living together in our second year.  I think a lot of the time I took Helen for granted, but she’s been one hell of a friend throughout the years.  She has also been the source of many a you-won’t-believe-this-but-it’s-true kind of story that are always fun to tell when there’s a quiet moment in conversation.  Like the time when she was younger and cut the tendon in her thumb opening a can of food for the cat.  Not wanting to disturb the babysitter, she fixed her hand up with sellotape and went to bed.  When her parents came home a few hours later they  found Helen fast asleep in a puddle of sticky tape and blood.  She still can’t move her left thumb.

I went to Berlin with Helen because John is a big chicken and therefore afraid of flying.  So he stayed home and looked after Donald for the week and had to make do with the odd phone call, black bread, and an ’I Love Berlin’ lighter when I got back.  For those of you out there considering Helen as a travelling companion, I would highly recommend her. 

She lives in London now and is going out with a 50 year old transvestite guitar player.  I miss her very much and worry about her in equal measure.  I’m not going to tag anyone for this but if you want to play you’re welcome to! x