Written as part of The Gallery at Sticky Fingers for this week’s topic: Friendship.
Friends that you know are going to be around always, regardless of how often you see them, that are always going to laugh with you, cry with you, rant with you and shop with you are rare. Honestly I think you’re lucky if you have one friend like that, if you have two, as I do, you are truly blessed. If those two people then turn out to get along with each other, that is even better.
The Scary Girl and Godmother Limited are totally different. The Scary Girl is cynical, like me, fiercely intelligent, opinionated and strong willed. Godmother Limited is naively gullible, traditional and nervous of new things. They are both funny, loud, talkative (again, like me!) and fabulous.
Despite their differences they get on brilliantly and had met a few times before these photos were taken, but this is when the three of us ventured to France for a week in January 2004 and had a blast.
We enjoyed much cackling laughter, or at least Godmother Limited and I did, usually at The Scary Girl’s expense, or at least that is what she would argue. Lots of nice wine, good food and cheap cigarettes. We drove for hours to get to Toulouse to see an old friend, took the train to Barcelona and visited a duty free town on the border with Spain, where we drank strong coffee in a bar full of lorry drivers and us. We also spent lazy days in the local town sitting in the cold winter sun drinking coffee and talking and talking and talking.
These pictures could never be described as photographic triumphs, not helped by the fact that I’ve had to take photos of photos, but to me, they perfectly encapsulate fun and laughter with two great friends.
Stupid o’clock in the morning at Stansted Airport, The Scary Girl realises that her luggage is over weight and is going to cost almost as much as her ticket to send. Much giggling, cackling and repacking as much as possible in our hand luggage follows. The image of her boarding the plane with one shoe poking out of the top of her handbag will never leave me.