Okay, so truth is I haven't done a blog in quite some time - it's 3am, I can't sleep, and an idea popped into my head. So, here it is, a not-quite-definitive list of all the people that make, or have made, my life awesome. This is not a definitive list, do not feel bad if you're not on it, I probably just forgot you. These are in no particular order, but if you're near the top and want some extra gratification, go ahead and think there is!

Last names are initials to pretend that this website has visitors who would use that information against them. That is not true. We have no visitors. There is also no 'we'.

Maisie K.

Maisie has been one of my best friends since I was in Year Seven at school - we started off on the wrong foot, but over time got to know each other and, though we never seemed to see that much of each other, we always have a great time (at least, I hope!) and get along as though we've never been apart. Which reminds me, I reply to your text in the morning so we can meet soon...

Stefanie H.

Though we don't actually seem to talk anymore, Stef and I used to talk the night through, bitching about the slag du jour or moaning about how bad we were at French - not to mention copious amounts of relationship advice! I'll always remember our trip to the cinema where we spent far too long reading excerpts from erotic books to each other (a blog about this day exists somewhere here).

Joe W.

Joe and I spent the last two years of school inseparable. Partly due to friendship and all that bollocks, but mainly down to the fact we had the same bloody lessons as each other: all day, every day. Still, he's a great friend to have around - and I need to take him out drinking at some point. I'm really glad he's not limiting himself to "just a glass of water" anymore. Also, we were the kings of Drama at Meoncross - fact.

Sarah E.

Despite our romantic entanglement going awry, and the countless arguments we used to get into (literally one an evening at the peak of fury), Sarah is still one person I speak to nearly every day. Not as much as I used to, nor as much as I should, and it strikes me now that I held a distorted perception in my mind of all the times I thought I was helping her, when in fact it was her that was always there for me.

Alex D.

My current best friend; a day in which myself and Alex don't meet is like a day when the Sun doesn't rise (i.e. never fucking happens) Despite its omnipotence, our mutual company is very rarely resented, and I literally think we could chat for days on end without retracing conversations - some of the philosophical chats we've had have been immensely intriguing and thought-provoking, and some of the nights we've just got hammered have been immensely inebriating and vomit-provoking. I could not survive without either.

George P.

I almost didn't include this one, because of history and all that bollocks, but fuck it, if you can't at the very least take something positive out of nine seven months with someone, you may as well have just been alone. George is an incredible person, and for her faults, we had a great time together - and I'll always remember our holiday in France, hitch-hiking off random French hotties and their disapproving parents. I know no-one who is easier to laugh with, and though things turned sour, I will always look back to the positives. Sorry about not getting you a birthday present - I kinda suck for that.

Andy W.

Andy and I have shared so many important moments that it's difficult to summarise everything into one paragraph, so here's a Dacia Sandero:



No, seriously, Andy is one awesome guy with, unfortunately, extremely poor fortune. We've talked into the night about anything and everything, and I have many fond memories of our friendship. Yet again, Andy is someone I have lost contact with somewhat, but recent chats have made me feel that all may not yet be lost. ILYABYWNKWTM... Ha.

Wendel N. / Malcolm Q.

Yeah, I'm being all sappy and putting my mum and dad in here. Thanks for everything, you know what you both mean to me. Now move along, please, nothing to see here...

Aaron L., Andy S., Dave P., Dan L., Sam S., Danniee Y., Dave M., Mike K., Simon M., Gen M., Sarah W.

The quasi-closing crew at McDonalds (some current, some former), with whom I have shared a lot of my time over the past few years - and without whom I couldn't possibly have kept working through everything. You guys all rock, and here's to more great times in the future - even if we have to filter again now >.>

Amelia C.

I won't go into the 'thing we don't talk about', but Amelia and I have always been fairly close - since we both were on the same school trip to Germany, and her compassion, friendship and generally good nature have left an impact on my attitude towards people around me. I know we don't really talk anymore - and the last time I saw you was when I was at work - but hey, I still consider you one of my closest friends. And no, I will not stop calling you Amelia.

Heather F.

Okay, my bad on forgetting this one. Despite a brief stint in 2009 when Heather decided to stop talking to me, since we met at college we've been close - and whilst I won't miss the French we had to sit through, I will miss all the fun times we shared together to wile away the hours, and can only hope that our friendship stays strong as we no longer see each other on a daily basis. I'll always remember that one hell of a New Year's Eve celebration - and here's to many more to come!

'Tis a sad day, in just over two weeks the domain ThisIsTheLastWord.net will expire - and I haven't really got the money to renew it.

However, a fully functional, archived version will still be available on this site, just mosey on down to:

iPatrickQuinn.com/TLW

This is way easier than typing...

I can only apologize.

Just had a really weird, random night...

Okay, so firstly I had a nice night out with the gang, with our soon-to-be-weekly 'Poker night'. Naturally, I won. Hard. I mean, it's not like I enjoy beating complete newbies with my 3 hours a night addiction (much like a heroin addict laughing at someone getting high off a joint), but, wait... No, no I enjoyed it quite a lot, actually. Much like a...

Anyway, my friend 'C-Hippy' realised he had 'somehow' got himself kicked out of his own home, and found himself in need of bed and board for the night. As an aside, what the fuck is 'board'? Well, I offered, and we got our drive on on a cigarette fruit run to Ower.

On the way, we had an epiphany that our two situations were very much alike, insofar as we are both leading completely and utterly fucked up lives. Yeah. We both can't seem to find a decent relationship - and just can't be bothered with it all anymore. No, not in a mass-suicide kind of way, but in a 'why bother' sort of mentality.

Essentially, we concluded that we're both under undue pressure in relation to future life and university, and began to discuss our future plans - I announced my plans to move out and work full time for a year or so, in lieu of getting a degree, and, at that moment, a car arrived next to us at the petrol station - Lucy Battrick - who, out of the blue, asked me if I "was still going to Uni" before proceeding to go on about how I shouldn't "waste my potential", having not heard a word of our conversation.

I think we now both believe in God. Fuck.