If you don’t like the soppy or sentimental here’s the time to fill your eyes and ears with cotton wool.

I think there are a few key people you meet in your lifetime, who change you irrevocably in one way or another. Some are shitty and break your heart into a million pieces, some fill it with vodka, and some say things which will stick with you for a long, long time.

One such person of mine is G. I’m still not sure university was the thing for me, but I don’t regret a second of it. G shaped me, myself and I. She was my partner in crime, flat mate and general all round blagger, drinker, dancer, joke cracker and fabulous arse of a wonderful person.

If I believed in souls, she’s got a cracking one.

G has recently informed me she is moving to America. Is it possible to mourn a friendship like you do a relationship?

Think my hearts a bit fuzzy.