Hello loves, this is guest post from the lovely Jules, about our very lovely friend Damon.
My friend Damon giggles when a manly laugh would be more suitable. My friend Damon giggles at his own jokes. He even giggles when they’re not that funny.
My friend Damon eats mayonnaise with everything. I worry about his cholesterol. Even our old boss worried about his cholesterol: when Damon took a sick day, his return-to-work interview revolved entirely around his mayonnaise consumption.
My friend Damon will not show up to a party without a bottle of wine or worse, a gift that only a true friend would bring. My only decent wine glasses are from my friend Damon.
My friend Damon is from Iran, and on the night of Saturday 13th June 2009, my friend Damon didn’t sleep.
He didn’t sleep because he sat up reading emails from his friends at the University of Tehran. He sat up waiting to hear if the siege had stopped; or if the bloody massacre had abated; but most of all, he stayed up to see if the government would finally let any medical aid in or out of the halls of residence.
He stayed up right until they started jamming the emails and blocking all communications.
Then he just stayed up.
I write this article on Thursday 18th June 2009. As you read it now, the situation may have resolved itself. Or it may not. Please go find go out.
Democracy is only a word until something is done.
on Jun 19th, 2009 at 4:52 pm
That has sent unbelievable chills down my spine. A brilliant post and I hope everyone reading re-doubles their efforts, even when there is so little each of us can do individually.
on Jun 22nd, 2009 at 9:42 am
Hi Sarah,
Thanks so much for your comment, and tweeting this - sorry it took so long to publish - you were stuck in the queue behind tons of nasty spammers.