Yesterday I was searching through old logs of conversations, looking for a conversation I’d had with Steve Lawson a couple of months ago when I stumbled upon this rather sweet conversation I had with a 13 year old Joinee called Sophie.
It’s the one and only conversation that I had with her on Messenger. Probably because her parents discovered that she’d been chatting with a 30-something cult member in the northern and barbaric ice kingdom of Scotland.
22 June 2006 at 19:08
Sophie: Sorry I’ve never talked before. I was on your website and found your email. I’m a Joinee of Danny, by the way.
Gareth: 😀 What’s your name?
Sophie: Sorry about that. My MSN is a bit lethal.
Gareth: I asked “What’s your name?”, but you’d gone!
Sophie: Hehe … eek! Sorry, my name’s Sophie. 🙂
Gareth: Hello Sophie. My name is Gareth, but I guess you know that. 😀
Sophie: Yep I do 😀 You’re in Danny Wallace’s book Join Me, in case you didn’t know 🙂 and you like Metallica.
Gareth: As I happens I am, and I do. And I’m listening to Metallica right now: Metallica – Last Caress – 2006/06/03 Nurburgring, GER. That’s amazing! How do you know such things?!
Sophie: Well.. it does take quite a genius to know those facts 😀
Gareth: So, what of you? Where are you on this vast but interesting planet of ours?
Sophie: Um, I live near London. In Buckinghamshire? I am 13 … nearly 14 … um … Danny Wallace is like my hero LOL … erm.. I like skiing and football and odd things, Oh and I say KAPOW! a lot …
Gareth: Cool! There are not enough people who say “KAPOW!” in my view.
Sophie: Definitely! Phew, It’s not just me 🙂 I seem to scare people a lot by saying it but I think of it this way: I’m normal in a world of weird people.
Gareth: Are you related to Batman, by any chance? I mean, I won’t be disappointed if you are not.
Sophie: Yes! He’s my brother.
Gareth: Oh. Cool!
Gareth: Cool and the cool, as my friend Rory would say.
Sophie: What a lovely phrase.
Pause for a couple of minutes
Gareth: Sorry, I nipped downstairs.
Sophie: No problem.
Gareth: I got a letter today from a company telling me to remove people’s comments on one of my blog posts or they’d take me to court.
Gareth: Which was quite exciting. So now — having removed them — I am now writing them a letter. I’d popped down to run it past Jane.
Sophie: How come? Eek! Good luck with writing them a letter 🙂 What was the problem with the comments?
Gareth: They were libellous.
And that was it. Imagine if we kept a written record of every single conversation — trivial and important — that we’d ever had. I wonder if it would make for as good reading as my conversation with Sophie that summer’s evening two years ago.