Moya’s blog
I thought this paragraph practically summed up the PWG friendship in a single paragraph.
Throw in a lot more food, a lot more drinking tea, a lot more political debate and a lot less exercise and it’s basically us. It’s weird how similar out friendship groups are and yet how different they can be. WEIRD i tell ya.
We all had our first bras, our first boyfriends, our first kisses, our first cigarettes, our first nights of drinking WKD on swings in parks in twilight. We went out for dinner, we had O.C. marathons, we went swimming in rivers, we did yoga and leap-frogged on the school playing field, we got dragged out of assemblies for talking and had our jewellery confiscated, we did each other’s make-up, slept in each other’s beds, we went on gorgeous rose-tinted sunlit summer holidays together where we got giddy over boys and cocktails. And so I grew older, but I didn’t grow up, especially.
