I suppose, in a way, if it weren’t for Facebook, neither myself nor Denise would have known we had similar interests or arranged to meet up for coffee.I wouldn’t say it is unique the way Denise and myself got together; a number of our friends met similarly, having previously met and then chatted through social media until finally biting the bullet and asking each other out.Click here for the continuing feature “Notable Deaths of 2016”, and if you want to revisit some of the most momentous obituaries to have appeared in The Times, you might look for “The Book of the Dead,” a compilation of obituaries dating back to the newspaper’s founding in 1851. 31, 1997, elevated her into something else entirely: a symbol of a nation’s emotional and generational conflicts, a blank slate on which an entire people — and to some extent, the world at large — could project their own fears, prejudices and passions. For a few disorienting weeks, everything seemed up for grabs, including the monarchy itself.
We wandered back into a fatal Alaskan odyssey and over the rainbow.
It was ultimately scrapped, reportedly for not fitting cleanly with the company’s future direction.
I used to feel like it was a difficult world out there with so many options, avenues, and things you need to worry about, before I realised I should stop agonising over spinning all the plates and just relax.
We began chatting on Facebook having realised we had similar interests and it kind of grew from there — we missed out on the apps by a couple of months.
We met up a few times and really got to know each other quite well — I definitely felt a lot more comfortable being able to chat to Denise face to face and get to know her rather than sending streams of texts or messages in a chat window.