Since Claire and I will be making our merry way to London for the Company Magazine Style Blogger Awards tomorrow (yes, we are excited and are permanently singing Fancy by Iggy Azalea), I thought that I would tell you all about the beautiful story of when we met. You might want to gather your tissues and prepare yourself for an emotional journey that will ultimately leave you changed and uplifted, just a warning.
It was a sunny day in 2009…
As two girls who now work in digital, its unsurprising that we met in the thoroughly modern way people seem to these days: Facebook. We’d both applied and got into the University of Birmingham and were about to start on the same course, so I did the stalker thing of adding Claire on Facey so that I wasn’t a tragic loser with no mates when term started.
Fun fact, I thought she was really rich and fancy because it looked like she had a walk in wardrobe in her profile pic. It turned out it was just her mates messy bedroom and I soon found out that she was actually a fellow Lambrini drinking lunatic like myself. Thank god.
Becoming uni wankers…
After bonding over inappropriate jokes, we started sitting together at lectures, going out and generally living the embarrassing uni life. First year is a bit of a blur of a terrible lack of eyebrows, drunkenly trying to break into people’s flats (why I ask you) and drinking a lot of tea and/or Glenns. While I’m sure we had a wonderful time, it makes me sad looking back at the horrible fancy dress and how excited we were about going out. Still, we became firm pals and moved in together in second year. And then I got a job where Claire worked. And slowly, we merged into one weird freckled/blonde bobbed monster.
The afterlife…
After we graduated, we were cruelly torn about by real life. I moved back in with my parents and Claire started a jazzy new job in the media. Not happy to stay away for too long though, Claire wangled me a job at her agency and I moved down to Coventry – where we moved in together again. After a couple of months, we decided to start blogging together (in for a penny and all that) and now even strangers call us Clauren.
Well. I just realised how boring this post actually is and that our story of friendship is actually horrifically dull. Oh well. There have been some brilliant highs (virtually everyday) and a few lows (when Claire woke up with a pie on her face, and when I lay in a pile of my own sick on her 21st birthday), but most of all we are just happy that we managed to stay friends through some frankly terrible outfits and still manage to spend more than 8 hours together everyday and not even slightly feel like killing each other.
Awwww this is so nice, a happy ending with an award shortlist to! See you in a few hours girls!! xx
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Hahaha I know! We didn’t quite get there in terms of winning but it has been a jolly good laugh. Unfortunately we are both sore losers and can’t be mates anymore now xxx
I love this! I always wished
I love this! I always wished I made a proper bestie at uni – I found it so hard to find someone with much in common with and now a couple of years later making friends is even harder. You guys should be really proud how well you do together, you’re so lucky to have eachother xxx
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Aw well its just about finding the right person who you’ve got lots in common with 🙂 Tend to be pretty far in between! xxx
This is so sweet! My uni bestie is going on her year abroad this summer so I’m going to have a whole year without her! Hope we will be firm friends like you two afterwards!
Alex Georgie
I’m sure you will lady! With good friends, its virtually impossible not to still be good chums 🙂 xxx