Monday, June 18, 2007

With a Little Help From My Friends

Moving house is often a fairly traumatic experience, even when it is only across the city. This is especially true for me, since I'm probably not the most organised person in the world. Nonetheless, it was made immeasurably easier by the help that I received by my family and friends. First of all, I'd like to thank my mother and my stepfather, who came out of their way to help me in trying circumstances. It goes without saying that I truly couldn't have done it without them.

Next, I'd like to thank my ex-flatmate Udit, who apart from being a wonderful guy to share a unit with, helped in the cleaning and stayed around for the final inspection while I was moving stuff into my new place. He did a good job too, since the only money to be taken out of our bond was the steam cleaning fee, which we were expecting anyway. Sometime later, I think I might post a tribute to the "Big U" in order to reminisce over the good times and the great music we shared over the last six months.

I'd also like to thank Andrew "Birdy" Bird, Gareth "Lucky Gareth" Charles and Brian "Casanova" Kirkman for giving up their Saturday morning (and more importantly, their sleep) to help with the move. They were under no obligation to do so, but did so anyway because they wanted to help. I am truly blessed t0 have these people as friends.

Finally, I'd like to thank Steph Gesling, who came into the city that even to help me put all of my worldly possession into some kind of order. If and when you come to my house, you should know that she is largely responsible for the interior decoration and especially the candles sitting in the fireplace. After that, we went to World Square and she helped me select an appropriate Port (2003 Seppelt Tokay from Rutherglen, from memory) and some wine glasses. She also helped me taste test the Port, while I introduced her to The Smiths. Good times.

I guess there are times when I doubt God's provision. Yet it is at these times when I realise just how good God has been to me. Friends are infinitely more important to me than anything else in this world and I am truly grateful that I have met such wonderful people whom I am honoured to regard as friends. My only hope is that when the time comes, I may be able to be as good a friend to them as they have been to me.

8 comments:

J said...

Ah,The Smiths, memories. "Accept yourself", "The Boy with the Thorn in his Side" and "The Light that Never Goes OUt". Cool.

David Castor said...

I was introduced to The Smiths through the song "Asleep", which is absolutely gorgeous.

j said...

I'd forgotten that one, it is beautiful. Incredibly emo!

The Documentor said...

And I thought that David was a Celine Dion fan....

Anonymous said...

Having enjoyed a Smiths singalong with my brother on a long car trip just yesterday, this entry made me smile! "Ask" is one of my favourites.

David Castor said...

Hey Anonymous,

It's great to see so many Smiths fans come out of the woodwork. Were you a fan when The Smiths were on the scene, or did you only become acquainted with them later?

emma said...

Hi David, whoops, I should have identified myself in my entry - it's Emma of Bible Study/bookish trivia nights fame.
No, I only really got into The Smiths a few years ago through a couple friends who are fans.
I like the way they are quite eccentric yet have a lot of beauty and depth in their lyrics at the same time.

David Castor said...

Ahh, welcome Emma! It's great to see you over here and commenting.

Totally agree with you about The Smiths lyrics - I think they appeal to my morbid sense of humour. It was suggested to me that The Smiths aren't simply trying to be depressing - their music is simply meant to be a tragicomedic take on the absurdity that is contemporary existence. Indeed, I would suggest that their lyrics are as relevant now as they were then.