Bethan

Back to my 'letting the people I love know' series ... Bethan.

Bethan is a hero. I've known her since I was about three or four. I obviously don't remember meeting her, but I remember going over to hers once my play school finished with my mum, and seeing a picture of Bethan and her brother Gregg, and knowing it was Bethan (and also, her mum gave me coke for the first time ever. I love you Bethan's mum!). Since we've known each other so long - over 20 years now - we've seen some huge phases. She's been there when I was going through a hell of a lot of crap, and still wants to know. Bethan and I will be friends forever.

One weird thing about me and Beth, is that we were both born the same time from our due date (15 days early). She was born on my due date (but a year later, since I'm a year older than her). Somehow, this gives us some kind of connection, lol.

Bethan and I have done some really dorky things together. We both went through Rainbows and Brownies, and in Guides we were put in the same group (that was clever of our leaders, me Beth, and our friends Louise, Katie and Charlotte. We were so loud, after two or three years they finally seperated us). And in guides, we did this thing called a gang show. It's like a variety show for scouts and guides. Since we were the only two from our pack, we stuck together, and made friends with all the guys (which was great, we could go in the boys dressing rooms at show times and all the other girls were banned haha). We know some reaaaally embarrassing songs as a result. If you ever get to have this sort of conversation with Bethan ... ask her about the St Trinians send off. Most rehearsed scene ever (and Bethan lost her 'hair')

She's my boy's Godmother. I know she (and Tom and James, the boy's Godfathers) aren't particularly religious, but I also know that through everything we've been through, Bethan's had a level head. I need levelheaded people around me. And so will my boy. Anyway, it means I see her (and Tom) every few weeks, we talk, eat take out, watch films ... sometimes go out to the cinema or a bar or something. Tom can be pretty outlandish (when he talks about cars ... guitars ... his tattoo ... the latest job he's going for ... the decreasing number of girls he's slept with) and it's good to have Bethan there to swap stupid faces with. Not that we don't love Tom, but it's a sign of girly solidarity (Oh, btw, we met Tom at our second Gang Show. But we watched a video of the first a year or so ago, and Tom's part of the Brownie and Cubs bit, singing right beside us in Fat Sams ... freaky).

Oh, Bethan's not straight-edged though. She's crazy behind the wheel. Normally Tom drives us, but last time he'd pranged his car or his brakes locked (it wasn't a Toyota) so Bethan drove ... I don't know how she got her licence, as much as I love her. Her 4th gear sticks. She waits until the last minute to look at roundabouts and kept cutting people up. After Tom's smooth-yet-way-over-the-speed-limit driving ... it was interesting. Oh, and I'm never going near her kitchen sink! I realise this sounds like I'm slating Beth, I'm not. I just don't want you thinking someone so awesome is a dork with the above description.

I really am leaving my blog alone now. Night!