Paul Kay emailed us with this:

Many years ago, when I was 19 and rode motorbikes, my two best friends fell out over something (I never found out what it was). It got to the point where if one was walking down the street, the other would cross over to the other side. As I say, they were both my best friends, and I got totally fed up with both of them, it was a case of "oh no, we can't go to the Crown, 'cos Steve will be there, or we can't (with Steve) go to the Rose 'cos John will be there.

Eventually I'd had enough, and, on the same day saw Steve and said, sort it out with John, otherwise I'll find some friends who can get along, also telling him that I liked his freindship, but this thing against John was doing my head in; an hour later I found Steve and said, you and John are my best friends, sort it out, otherwise I don't want to be friends with either of you.

The next Friday in the pub, I was half way down my first Tetleys bitter, when John walked into the Pub. "A beer Paul?" he said, "thanks John" I said. "Steve's coming in in a minute or so, we've talked things over and both decided we'd prefer to keep you as a friend, rather than keep arguing, and lose you." So, a grand night was had by all. I still had two best mates, the satisfaction of healing their rift, and the nice feeling of knowing they both appreciated me as a person.