#8

there comes a point where you’ve known each other for so long it’s very awkward to introduce yourself

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#9

Yeah feels like we’re way beyond that point. What’s the limit, maybe 3 decent length chats and then you’re in too deep?

#10

What are we counting as ‘know’.

The man who drives the car park to airport bus and tries to stop me being grumpy at 05:45 by telling crap jokes.

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#11

you clearly recognise each other but don’t know each others names i would say

#12

Ok, bus man it is

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#13

also see a woman with a pug quite regularly. she’s quite boring but i like her dog.

dog’s called floyd, not sure if floyd knows my name.

#14

Oh, or lady who comes to clean our stairwells every Wednesday so I sometimes bump into and have meaningless conversations about the weather.

#15

you!

#16

I know the name of a guy in the local Scotmid. He doesn’t know mine. Does that count?

#17

:blush:

#18

Probably the woman at Baker Street Coffee, who knows my order and I have a little chat with when I pop in. No idea what her name is.

Or maybe the guy who runs Captain Seadogs Barbers just round the corner, who I don’t speak to so often (I drink coffee more often than I get my hair cut). I think his name might be Chris, but we just call him Captain Seadog. He cuts Jimbo’s hair too, and he was great for recommendations when I went to Australia, since he’s into his music (he’s got a massive stash of 60s and 70s LPs in the shop) and he’s from Melbourne.

Actually, the woman at Baker Street Coffee is Australian too. Maybe it’s my destiny to be friendsnotfriends with Australians.

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#19

Forgot about the staffie who lives in the block next door. That dog is always so bloody pleased to see me I think it likes me more than any of my real friends.

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#20

Craig David

#21

Probably the nice lady who reminds me a bit of my mum who works in the wholefoods shop in town. Always seems a bit flustered but makes conversation and asks how the baby is etc.

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#23

queen lyrics needed some work.

#24

The malamute I see on his walk every morning. That guy is an absolute winner.

#25

how big are we talking here

#26

Keith Harris

Edit: actually it’s probably the manager of the Turkish restaurant I used to go in Dalston. Always get a handshake and free starters

#27

two of the guys that work in the corner shop near my old house

i still pop in when i’m nearby and genuinely, no one in the world greets me with the enthusiasm they do

#28

Large pig sort of size. Think he’s quite old, always looks dead pleased with himself. Loves a good wee on the grit bin.

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