The wonders of MySpace

I'm new to all this. But I've already found MySpace to offer a wonderful new angle on life.

For example, I am now offically friends with the world's number one human beatbox, Doug E. Fresh.

How cool is that!

They say you're only ever six handshakes away from any other person on the planet, but Doug and I put this well-used maxim to the sternest of tests. Now, though, we are just a mouse click apart, brought together by the wonder of the web.

I was quite a fan of Doug back in the day. Beatbox was my forté, practised and rehearsed endlessly - a turn that offered a surprising degree of kudos in the bearpit of a 1980s boy's school. Others could do robotics, body-popping and break-dancing, but I could roll my 'r's, which just about helped me keep my head above water with the cooler, tougher kids. But sadly Doug and I drifted apart when I discovered Joy Division, started dying my hair black and took to wearing long overcoats. You must understand.

But now Doug's back, and we're friends. Maybe we'll go boating, beagling, or even birding together. I just don't know. If he's prepared to teach me some elementary turntable mixology I'll happily show him the wildfowl of east London. That's what friends are for.


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