Ode to Julie

Apparently, Julie feels left out, because no one has mentioned her finer qualities in their blog yet.

So as her number 2 fan, I'll try and make an eloquent dedication to our resident style guru.

I first met Julie in February 2004 in All Bar One in Leicester Square. I had come out that evening to meet Johnny, who in turn, was there to meet Julie, his ex work colleague, who in turn was there to be hooked up with! So, after being introduced to her, I finished that evening, with a good impression of this not so young lady. She had seemed polite, funny, quite intelligent and very well spoken.

Also, she had a face and body, which, some people in the Middle East would exchange 10 camels and a pot of Arabic coffee for.

I next met up with Julie again in June. This time, we were in that classy establishment, Moon under the Water in Charing Cross, in order to perform our usual "lets get drunk on a Friday" ritual.

After that, we started chatting a bit more often - she would treat me as her temporary gay best friend (unfortuatenly, not like Will and Grace, more like Batman and Robin - her being Batman), and would nag me about my lack of basic hygiene skills.

I soon found out that she was hiding a very big stick, which she would occassionally pull out and stir the proverbal pot with. This witch would put many an evil ingredient in her pot to stir - such as Mike's "so gay, it makes even Julian Clary look like Stallone" phone, or Johnny's "so old, they were using that phone in 1837" phone, or Biff's "so big, you could stick your phone down your trousers and make the ladies smile for a change" phone. But, I've learnt to appreciate and even enjoy her bitter and evil comments.

Our Julie is very special and possesses skills with a stick that I've never seen before, and everyone who meets her comes out with a great impression of her.

Except for Mike, who had to get a new phone because of her.