We will miss you Matt!

It's really quiet today in the office. I have suddenly realised what a noisy machine my computer is. It is probably fitting that after the sweatshop slavery and the giddy gallery of interviews over the past month, that I should learn to appreciate "Lie quiet Divus"... but I can't help it! I really do miss Matt!

My room mate Matt has left for the BVI, and before he bid his final tearful adieu at the barbeque I held last weekend, he obligingly bequeathed me his legacy of precedant documents in a big grey file which I have propped up like a tombstone on my shelf... hopefully not the sole testament to our six months together.

No, when I remember Matt I want to remember us hanging outside O'Neils and inside The Golden Fleece for a pint (or five) before heading into work after lunch... barbequeing spicy chicken wings on a summer's day under a blue sky... drinking a gallon of Pimms... head-banging to U2... dancing madly to Queen in an 80s club near St Paul's...

So Matty-boi, this is my little farewell to you simply for auld lang syne: a little something for you to remember us by as well. Yes, I will most probably find that block of documents you gave me very useful, but see mate, these pictures will always make me smile!

Take care Matty dear! And do keep in touch! Keep waltzing in the BVI... and don't drink too much "toddy"!

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah tree, And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled "Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?" Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled, "Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?" Along came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong, Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee, And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag, "You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me". Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag, "You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?". Up rode the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred, Down came the troopers, one, two, three, "Whose is that jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag?""You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me". Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me Up jumped the swagman, leapt into the billabong, "You'll never catch me alive," said he, And his ghost may be heard as you pass by the billabong, "Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me". Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me And his ghost may be heard as you pass by the billabong, "Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?"

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