Claire,

We met at university when I started coming to your house to see your housemate. You thought I was an idiot, but you didn’t tell me that until a few years later when we had become great friends 🤣

How do I remember you? Let me count the ways.

In your blue Yates shirt as I waited for you to finish your shift.

Smirnoff Ice and Bacardi Breezer cocktails.

Laughing your wonderful, loud laugh as you Caz, and Jo got ready to go out.

Singing the line: ‘I walk with dignity and PRIDE’ at the top of your voice whenever the dj played ‘I am the One and Only’

Splasing us with water when we were sunbathing by the pool in Majorca, because you could never sit still for five minutes.

When you nervously told us that you liked girls and had clearly been worrying about our reaction for weeks.

Serving some monstrous pint of every spirit on the bar for my birthday. I don’t remember much else!

Sunday night karaoke at The Restoration: Paradise by the Dashboard Light

Taking my boyfriend (at the time) to ICON and being there for him when he realised that he liked boys, but also being there for me when I went through heartbreak.

Your sense of wonder at everything when you visited Vietnam. 

Oh, Claire, you have been part of so many fun things in my life. Sadly, (or thankfully), I don’t have so many pictures of those days here - I think we can all be glad that we didn’t have cameras for many Enigma party nights. 😂

Even though we lived in different countries, you were a friend I knew I could always meet up after years apart and we would click right back to being 21 again. 

I can’t believe you’re gone 💔