I have to date failed to keep up with modern methods of internet communication and have not been a great user of Facebook, MySpace or the many other networking sites that exist. I don't mind them, I'm sure they are a very good way of keeping in touch with the friend you saw at the weekend, but I simply haven't been that bothered. I sit in awe as I see colleagues with literally hundreds of connections/friends typing feverishly to inform their network of each and every aspect of their lives.
I have an account on Facebook that has laid pretty dormant until about a week ago and a significant number of my friends are linked due to the fact they have moved away to sunnier climates, bred children or are friends from oversees, thus leaving no option than to communicate via a virtual medium due to distance or the sudden realization that their newborn bundle of joy has all but snuffed out their social lives and from now on they will be forced to enjoy other peoples' tales of wild nights out, as it seems babysitters always have to go home just as any party starts to get wild.
Recently however I have been drawn to the dark side and am now totally at ease with uploading photographs, telling the world about what I am doing at 7.43 on a Saturday morning and I can even now determine which Winnie the Pooh character I am (Tigger).
But this has not a great deal to do with what I meant to write about.
A few months ago, through a previously unmentioned networking site, I got back in touch with a friend from my teenage years who I had been out of contact with for a mere, ooh, 25 years... Apart from making me feel really old being able to write that last line, it's been an altogether pleasant and somewhat eye opening experience that led us to meet a couple of months ago and open eyes very wide indeed and dropping a few jaws to levels thought physiologically impossible. It's safe to say that memories do tend to bias things and i-wife, who in the name of propriety was present throughout, spent hours laughing as my ex-girlfriend and I (did I mention that part?) shared stories that to be honest differed to such an extent that I'm not even sure we dated or indeed knew each other at all!
Present at the whole event was ex-girlfriend, now mother of two and professional lady (who'd have thought?), i-wife and i-sister in-law who is an academic/creative type and who's input into the evening sent shivers down my spine.
Sister in-law is currently doing a PhD in something Shakespearean and does some classes for the undergrads. She was recently taking a class in 'scary literature', although I'm sure the class had a far classier and more sophisticated title that befits the literati and academically elite, however I forget what she called it. Scary literature is more of a 'does what it says on the tin' title.
The remit of the class was to look at scary stories throughout the ages and I guess discuss them. One of the attendies however had a tale that he insisted was true. It goes thus:
A young lady I know has a snake that she simply adores. The snake, a Boa Constrictor, has spend the past few years in the company of my friend and has been the main focus of her life. The snake shares the house with her and even curls up at the end of the bed when she goes to sleep.
Just recently she has noticed that the snake has not been eating and was worried about its' health so she took it to the vet. The vet asked a few questions about the snake's habits and as the snake had not really changed any behavioral traits and lacked any signs of ill health, the vet suggested she keep an eye out and if the snake had not started to eat within a few weeks, she should return for a more in-depth examination.
A few days later the young lady awoke to see the snake was lying next to her, however rather than being curled up at the foot of the bed, it was laid out straight as a pole next to her. This she thought a little odd, however put it down to the snake's recent abstinence from food. The next day however, she awoke and the snake had assumed the same position. A call to the vet was now due.
Whilst the examination was in progress, the vet asked whether the snake had been acting strange, or whether all was OK, apart from the lack of appetite. The young lady decided to mention the whole snake pole thing and as she told the vet of the weird wake up position, the vet's face went visibly pale.
"Do you live alone?" was the first question. "Can you get someone to come and stay with you?" followed, sending alarm bells off in my friend's mind.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"You must not stay in the house alone with the snake." the vet announced.
"There's a reason your snake is not eating. There's a reason he was laying next to you like a pole..."
"Your snake is starving itself."
"The reason it's lying next to you is to measure itself against you."
"Your snake is getting ready to EAT YOU!"
Now, shivers aside, I have to say that I was not expecting that. I even didn't believe it possible, however after a little research, I found that a 120lb female human could in some cases be something of a snack for a large snake. There are a million and one websites that show videos of snakes eating creatures larger than my wife - a sight that leaves me feeling a little good, a little bad. At least if a peckish python or an ambitious Boa gets into my house, the wife is sure to get it before me!
So the moral of the story. Never forget your friends as they may one day again bring joy to your life. And. Never go to bed without someone smaller next to you!