I was interested to read in The Star this week that “Brangelina” have no friends. More specifically, Brad has some chums, sort of (you can’t really tell the exact degree and strength of his affiliations with such worthies as George Clooney, Jonah Hill, Giovanni Ribisi and Chris Cornell and this is The Star), but:
“Angie has admitted that she doesn’t really have any friends at all. ‘I’ll talk to my family. I’ll talk to Brad,’ she has said, ‘But I don’t know. I don’t have a lot of friends I talk to. He’s really the only person I talk to.’”
I understand and can definitely relate to this and so, I think, can most people I know. Friendship bonds seem to weaken over time like dissipating natural forces; inertia, entropy and solitude replace and supplant them. So many songs have been written about this (Ray Davies achieved laureate status aeons ago) and their popularity attests to the universality of the phenomenon.
I would like to introduce you to a few of my precious friends.
Big Star: Thank You Friends (Live Link)