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Kit-Cat Club: Because she r0x0rs. And forgives me my puns and my inherent shittiness. And because I'll see her again sometime soon, I trust.
Jack the Bodiless: 'cause he's stopped me visiting bodily harm upon people, wears trou enviably - as already noted, and because he honestly gives a shit. And because he and Miss Spooky've come up to visit so often, and without any hesitation - s'all good.
Expressionless: For being a percussive spirit-filled man-o-god, and unashamed about his questioning. Rock. And for kicking nine kinds of musical ass. Also for being one of the calmest people I've ever met.
Wembley: for the hair, the shared love of Cora's, and the wilful arsing-about. And for propping me up, when needed.
Loomis: for the old times, and for sticking around. And for all the other matey bits. And especially for the Toohey's Old.
Videodrome: for being one of the best things to come out of this world of zeros and ones. Because he's spur-of-the-moment enough to consider jumping a plane to a party. Because he's one of the finest gentlemen I've ever met.
Lurid Archive and Mordant C@rnival: for being two of the scariest, yet most lovely and caring people on this dusty globe. The honesty that's there is amazing, and is only topped by their shared love for their friends. Special, special stuff. And such fucking ace outfits!
Ganesh and Zocher: the Hindu god and the dynastic ruler - how could you go wrong? Suave, intelligent and solid drinkers: I would be proud to stimulate my liver and my intellect with them any time. Get over here, already.
Ierne: for patience under fire and for the ability to make me believe that one day I'll be a Cartier-Bresson instead of a Fisher-Price.
Cavatina: For keeping the lines open, for many kinds of support, and because the writing ze does is far better than anything I can muster.
Lillith Myth: For the kabbalah-fu and endless cheering.
SFD: for cups of tea, a level head, musical inspiration and strength. And for being lovely in general - and for braving the Auld Shillelagh when nobody else was around.
Stoatie: 'cos he's the most upright-haired motherfucker around. Because he's always up for a drink. And because he doesn't censor his feelings.
Flyboy: for his farewell honesty and desire to to the right thing.
Haus: for his inimitable bastardry. The comment-tag king.
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