The Spud

Here’s why the Spud and I get along:

1. He is impervious to my insults


2. He is an MCP, knows it, accepts it and is proud of it (and again, is impervious to my insults about his MCPness)


3. Can display hints of being a gentleman if he wants to (which is very contrary considering he claims to be an MCP; a case of closet chivalry?)


4. He has a wicked sense of humour/sarcasm which matches, if not overshadows my own (if you’ve seen the Celcom “see football in everything” ads, you’ll know what I mean)


5. We trade insults like compliments


6. We’re both thick-skinned (but I think his is thicker)


7. He’s actually quite smart but masks it in his “spudness”


8. Is generous with tips & advice (whether you need it or not)


9. Got me an inroad for my old-style kopitiam dining table


10. He knows what he wants and that usually has to do with working as little as possible and earning as much as possible while doing the least possible that he can, thus earning him his nickname, Spud


11. Allows me to whack him and takes it like a … Spud (I was gonna say man, but nah! Spud suits him to a T. He even looks like one!!)


12. Basically because he’s a Spud, he manages to soak up or deflect most of what I throw his way.

So Spud, isn’t it amazing we get on so famously even though we’ve know each other like for what, all of two years max and have met up in what, 5 times only?

Enjoy your trip around Indonesia!!

And don’t get too big-headed that you’ve got a whole entry in your name on my blog.