It all started with a funny birthday card.

For my 23 birthday, my friend Gabby and I spent the day in my flat, eating Chinese while watching a Margaret Cho DVD. She had also bought me a bag of presents, all of which was very cool. But the card was the clear winner. It represented all that our friendship is about - being fucking peculiar in the head on a scale from one to peculiar.


Here is a picture of this glorious card:

Now, we know that we are special human beings. We are weird. We probably scare other people when we talk because we have five different conversations going on at the same time, and we jump from one conversation to the next with loose ends all over the place. So we know we are not exactly what you'd call "cool". And yet, Gabby wrote the following at the bottom of the front page: "Or the coolest people ever! Yes to that!" ("Yes to that" is a thing, and you say this phrase with great enthusiasm and a certain tone of voice. But more on that later.)


To us, we are cool. We have arrows between our heads at all times, and we are pretty much always laughing, like those friends on the card. We are peculiar, and we like it that way.


We don't have that many fans, though, but we have many fine moments. The finest moment was perhaps that time we made a man sitting next to us in Caffè Nero move to the other end of the room, after looking at us with increasing resentment for quite some time. We found this utterly hilarious. To this day, we are still laughing. Joke's on you, angry man!


This is the story of how the peculiar in the head people realised exactly who they were. Defined by a card, and cooler than life. YES TO THAT.