I’m a nice guy!

Tonight I was tipped off to a very nice article in the Guardian written about me by my neighbour, who I just meet a couple weeks ago in the strangest of circumstances. Her retelling of the event is much better than I ever could have mustered, and while I thought it’d be fun me to try anyway, if for no other reason than to present a different perspective, there’s really no point! I’d only echo her sentiments exactly.

I hope to meet up with Ariane at some point because, really, it’s a shame that neighbours in such a dense city hardly ever speak to each other.

Here’s is a link to the original article:

The drip, drip effect by Ariane Sherine

For those reading this from their cramped apartment in a dense, busy city, how do you go about meeting your neighbours? Or if you don’t, why do you think that is? No time? No point?