Standing by the run down reception he’s blurting out
grin-widening sarcastic comments and his face doesn’t even twitch. He adds the
fifth sugar to his coffee and I tell him he looks tired.
‘Look I?’ he asks and around 2 seconds later his brain
registers his words and our hysterical laugh begins. And so does our
friendship.
The crazy journey begins with free relationship advice over
post work hot chocolates. As the problems get more serious coffee accompanies
the cigarette smoke and then the revelation kicks in… please all rise and
salute Mr Wine (also known as lets-have-a-coffee). There wasn’t long until I
got introduced to Sangria as well and to my surprise it tastes divine even when
it’s served in a giant plastic storage box. You might think this is a bit
bizarre so I better not mention what went into the juicer for the special
cocktails. All I can enclose is that we did turn the Brighton nightlife upside
down.
I however need to
emphasise that the strongest foundation here is not the crazy dancing until
sunlight but the very beautiful gift we both share: sarcasm. With who else
could I have ever invented Slangria? Or see a stranger’s jaw drop when hearing
we are famous? Or answering my intercom and complain that the stripper I ordered
is not for today? I could carry on with the list but I forgot to add a warning
for explicit material.
So this is how it all happened. And now I’m wishing that I
could insult him face to face how old he is getting. As we went through the
good, the bad, the worst and the ridiculous he became my brother. So my
sisterly birthday wish to him is to live in the moment as he always does, keep
standing out from the crowd, and I wish him extremely happy moments and a
celebration filled with crazy dancing. And the day after if he finds his shoes
in the fridge again then I’ll know it was a good night.
Finally, the wisest thing he ever said to me was in my 20th
birthday card:
“Sometimes happiness is in trying other things, something
new. However I can’t give you happiness but I can give you some ideas.”
And that’s how I got a pair of handcuffs.
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