For the last eight years I have had the same best friend. We met at work and even at his initial interview we clicked instantly. Being quite a few years younger than me, eleven years in fact, I often wonder why we have so much in common, perhaps he is mature for his age, then again, perhaps it is me that is immature for my age. Whatever the reasoning, we love each other and have had that connection from the very beginning.

Best friends tend to go through alot together, there goes the same for me and my friend, fortunately there have been many good times and laughs compared to bad times and tears but nevertheless we have been through many weird and wonderful experiences.
At the time of our first meeting we were working in psychiatry, which was an ordeal in itself. Not a day went by without us laughing though, we were never inappropriate in laughing at the patients, a professional manner was adhered to at all times, but once we left that building, we knew how to let our hair down.

If there was a party we were there, if there was a night out organised we were the organisers and if there was an opening of an envelope, we would attend. We loved each others’ company and we attracted other people like a venus flytrap attracted the insects. My best friend is also everyone else’s best friend, that is why I love him. He is sensitive, kind hearted, funny and considerate.

I have always been known for my infamous Halloween parties and I love any excuse to dress up, my best friend is no different. We have laughed until it hurt at some of the costumes we have created; one of the party’s themes was ‘Famous Dead People’ and my best friend decided to dress up as William Braveheart. Unfortunately, he forgot to paint his face with the cross of Scotland, thus everyone presumed he was Captain Caveman – hilarious!

Another time he attempted to re-create Sid Vicious from the Sex Pistols; instead of going to a fancy dress shop like any other person to buy a mohican wig, my best friend decided to customize his hair and went into his garden, cut down some pampas grass and stick it to his head using double sided sticky tape. The next morning when he tried to remove it was like listening to a wailing banshee, the tape was literally glued to his scalp; there followed a trip to the emergency hospital where they had to soak his head in solution to dilute the glue.

These are but a few of the riotous and entertaining stories I could relate but there is no better comedic moment than when I made a startling discovery about my best friend. Having thought I knew my best friend inside out, it came as quite a shock to learn something about him, something I had perhaps suspected, but had never actually had confirmed.