Tell Pete I said hi

If anyone out there in the internet world knows Pete Bradley, he used to live in Hyde, I think - perhaps he still does; it's been so long and we've lost touch, I don't know. But anyway tell him I said hi and ask him to get in touch.

Pete would love this kind of thing, this blog; I think it would make him laugh so much. How I have turned my life into print and been kind of brave in the process. Pete would be happy for me I'm sure; and I would like to see him happy for me. For many years he helped me through a whole load of stuff, he was my guide, the light in the darkness, the person I could always depend on. He was the first person I would show my poetry to, he would read it and see me within it - he could read me like a book.

He could read this blog and see all the humour in it; it's his kind of humour. And I miss him, during both the good and bad times, he would make sense of the world, he would make me smile, laugh at myself and keep my feet planted firmly on the ground. I liked talking to Pete.

Why do we let such good friends slip silently through our fingertips?