Been through many adventures in those 20 years - some are hazier than others but there are photos lurking about to remind us or, lucky for us, my memory has served us well to remind us when needed. No need to mention them here. Between us I think we have kept a lot of secrets, spilt a lot of beans and cried on each other's shoulders more than I can count. Mostly though we've laughed and we have talked, a lot. I remember sitting in my parent's lounge drinking copious amounts of... tea and just talking and talking for hours. My Dad would come into the room at 2 in the morning and subtly hint 'Don't you have a home to go to.'
He is one of those friends that it never seems to matter how long we go between conversations we always just pick right back up from where we left off. I miss having him live down the road. Yet somehow I know I could still pick up the phone and call him at 2 am in the morning - the time difference now would make him more able to hold a decent conversation. He is an amazing Dad, son and loyal friend.
Adam, I am so proud to call you my friend. Have a very Happy 37th Birthday!