Eventually we visited one another in real life during our University years, binging on weed, booze and ecstasy whilst laughing and dancing to various oldschool happy hardcore music, TV shows like Home Movies and pre-meme meme shows like AMV Hell, which we must have watched dozens upon dozens of times.
We later lived together in Argentina, at which one point we had so little money that some sorry soul at the British Embassy had to lend us 10 peso to buy food, which we immediately spent on alcohol, and ended up frying bread in sunflower oil under the oven until another loan from our parents came through. (Sorry Erik).
The past few years saw Brendan turn Mega Gay for some reason and he moved in with an actually Shota boyfriend. Dream is real? Contact between us dwindled and I last spoke to him when I phoned him up, drunk, at a friend's wedding this year.
When I went on Skype a few hours ago, his Shota boyfriend told me that he had died a few months ago from a fentanyl overdose.
Brendan is a person who has never left my side and I don't believe that it is possible for him to ever leave my side. We are partners in crime to the very end. If we had the money and togetherness to do it, I am absolutely sure that we would make a class A streamer/variety act together. We communicated with one another like two peas in a pod, like if TotalBiscuit had to make a variety show with his twin dimensional brother, TotalBiscuit. Yes, it was that bad.
RIP Brendan, may I live for you.