There are probably very few people left on here who know me: I apologise, just ignore me and avert your eyes.
There may well be even fewer who know why I am posting this: please, indulge me...
...Many years ago, I posted on here under another name and I spent some of the happiest years of my life taking part in the banter that was 'The Cafe' in those days.
I have lurked passively as 'Wild Edric', not contributing and, to be honest, not part of the community,rarely logging on.
I never thought I'd write a post on here again.
Until,I heard that Neil had died.
Neil and I conversed constantly over several years...no, that doesn't do it justice...Neil and I were friends.
Neil was one of the few people that understood my warped sense of humour and we enjoyed years of shared humour and conversation: I look back with pleasure on the crazy threads we took part in together.
My 'PM' box was always full of his wit and insight and few days passed that didn't feature some witty repost from Neil..
For several years there were few days on which we didn't 'speak'.
We constantly made plans to meet up:
We never did.
How I regret that.
I suppose that ought to teach me that you should never take shared interests for granted and that you shouldn't, ever, put off spending time with those whom you count as friends.
I counted Neil as a friend.
So, Goodbye Neil: my friend in words and banter for such a long time.
I didn't know Little Gem: Hello?
Perhaps a bit late now to say Hi...but I hope you are coping with the loss of someone whom I know only too well was a very bright star.
I am so very sad to learn that Neil is no longer with us: but he'll always be with us in the wit and scholarship of his writing.
Regards to all that might recognise or remember me...
The mistake here is in the word 'loved', past tense...there is no past tense with love. I'm afraid it is a life sentence. I spent almost five decades thinking I knew what love was: wrong...oh, so very wrong.
Nothing prepared me for the gut-wrenching agony and deep despair it brought.
Nothing can assuage the burning loss I still feel, and always will.
Nothing can fill the hole she left.
Nothing can explain the sheer disbelief when she went.
But, nothing will ever take away the closeness, the passion, the simple sense of being as one with somebody...knowing what they thought before they did, tingling when your eyes met, lying together in absaloute peace, eating together with eyes locked, souls entwined and everything that ever was summed up in a kiss...
No, to have never known that would have been a tragedy.
It is indeed better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.
Believe me, I know.
Hey Valentine,
Smile.
Drop the mask
For a while,
And remember the time we shared.
Hey Valentine,
Dance,
Open your heart
As once
Our love was aired:
Souls entwined
And lives defined
By love.
Hey Valentine,
Remember
And smile.
Ye Gods!
I haven't been tugged so hard since that unfortunate incident with the Druid's daughter!
Where am I?
What is this strange armoured beast that keeps smirking at me and saying I am making his life 'ard work'.
Is that Merlin taking the piss again?
Listen, don't give me a hard time because Guinevere turned you down. And yes, I think Harry Potter does a better line in spells than you, you antiquated Arthurian fart.
Hello.
I am Wild Edric, new here.
I am a mythical figure that rides the Welsh Borders, ready to save the country from disaster. I have often seen the old fellah in the red suit. I would be pleased to drop a few presents down chimneys.
By the way, if you see me, tell no one. I am only seen when the country is in grave peril.
Sorry I couldn't make it to Portugal. I was preoccupied with Henman. Waste of time that was.
WE