too short
I didn't know Barnaby that well - he was a friend of my best mate, he was someone I saw when we were out in town, out at clubs or pubs back home in Swansea, having fun. He used to be a dancer, until some sort of injury forced him to retire. This year, he got a place in bristol, doing drama at the old vic. It meant I bumped into him from time to time. He was funny, friendly and a laugh.
He died on Saturday, falling off a high balcony at a house party. He was 20.
I didn't know him that well, but he was a member of the group, someone who brought fun to an evening. I saw him just two weeks ago, having a night out with him and thom and tom and ned, after a gig. It was one of the best nights i'd had in ages.
It's a cliche but it makes me realise how delicate this whole thing is. It makes the stress of the film festival and work and the fact that i'd like tobe writing more seem trivial. I want to see tom and thom and ned, to spend time with them, with nat, with all the people I care about. Because I don't want them or me to feel like we missed out.
For Barnaby.
He died on Saturday, falling off a high balcony at a house party. He was 20.
I didn't know him that well, but he was a member of the group, someone who brought fun to an evening. I saw him just two weeks ago, having a night out with him and thom and tom and ned, after a gig. It was one of the best nights i'd had in ages.
It's a cliche but it makes me realise how delicate this whole thing is. It makes the stress of the film festival and work and the fact that i'd like tobe writing more seem trivial. I want to see tom and thom and ned, to spend time with them, with nat, with all the people I care about. Because I don't want them or me to feel like we missed out.
For Barnaby.