Small sorrow

I went out with an old schoolfriend or three tonight. I am sad because the bloke who organised this has decided to move to NZ, next Friday. I haven't seen him in ten years. He is one of the good guys, as are the other folk I was out with (who are probably still clubbing as I speak). How can this gem, who I just got back in touch with, move across the planet? I don't know his wife or his child or the one who will arrive shortly after they move. How did I miss so much of this man's life? I've forgotten so much about the day-to-day of him. He had me in stitches with his impressions, and also marvelling that he's such a royal PITA and would be a world-class troll if he owned a computer.

As an aside, how and when did his little brother grow up to be such a great bloke? I mean, seriously, ladies in your late twenties, look out for this bloke because he's a catch. Last time I saw him he was about ten and covered in grot. It's a slight culture shock.

(PS those here who know me well in RL can try and guess who it is I'm talking about from the above description. ;-)

oh P.S.

Remind me that I don't like to smoke anymore. Even if I think 'Oh, I've had a drink, a ciggie would be OK', no, it's not. Bleck. Yuck. I'm afraid I am becoming an ex-smoker. Sorry and all that.