People I Love - Ben Brown

Wednesday, 20 May 2015


It's pissing down with rain by Old Street Station on a Thursday morning, I'm cold and edging dangerously close to furious.
"More late boys!" I rattle fists at no one but myself with a sad damp scarf draped over my head.
The miserable distance fades from unpromising to enthusiastic futures.
Louis, Ben and Steve pace with sure direction towards me, mob handed with point and shoot cameras and coffee cups.
This is the first time I meet Ben Brown.
I suffocate under his charm as we all trudge towards the Indian Embassy in the dregs of nowhere and I find a quickening smile echo throughout my cheeks slicing the stress of a five hour wait for visas.
A small encounter with potential to be nothing more than a work fuelled greet extended its arms into the embrace of the beginning of a very poignant and fulfilled friendship. 

Ben has seen me through a totally bizarre part of my adolescence. He met me when I was cocksure and loud and watched it melt and mould it's way into being a little bit lost and apologetically young. In the middle of last year we found ourselves in the endless and formless ocean sharing a kayak, a tactful ploy by me as alone I'd have been eaten alive even by the dullest wave and we paddled sun beaten and content. 

I continued once out of the boat to nip at his heels whenever distance allowed and ensured dinners and adventures and chats like the sea saddled speeches we'd had would always prevail. Since, he's picked me off bikes in the midst of panic attacks and listened to my monotonous drone of first world issues as though I really matter and I leave wanting to hit myself knowing I ever looked at him begrudgingly for leaving me in the rain that one East London morning.


Bens talent baffles me, I write with no intention of sounding as though I'm about to embark on a parody of one of his old school reports, but it truly does.
It follows him around like an excited nagging child, this thing that begs to be fed and answered to, to be challenged and paraded. Somehow, he manages to harness it in so many tangible ways that he transforms it modestly into gold medals and daily videos and stunning visuals beyond what I know.
Try as I might, I've still not been able to kidnap it.


It's not very often people happen to you, but Ben very much happened to me. 
He happened to be a voice I didn't know I needed and a hand I wanted to grip, he happened all at once and suddenly even from miles away to be someone I happen to have as a big brother forever. Relatively, whether he likes it or not.

Writing this almost feels like a premature wedding speech or a big birthday amorous announcement, but having had him home back in London where I can squish his face and steal his coat and ask him umpteen questions about nothing in particular over several sherbet dibdabs, I just feel like it's right to do it. 
He's filled my life with laughter, unwavering advice and introduced me to people like his beautiful girlfriend Nicole who I also admire and adore from across the pond.
There are few people I know who I could spend eight hours walking around a flower show and find some sort of ludicrous Pimm's fuelled adventure with.

I bloody love the stupid sod and I think if there's anything he's taught me so prolifically is that there is no time like this very second to do things. 
So I'm doing a thing, a public appreciation, a friendly awakening and a heartfelt shout to all those who have a Ben in their lives to say "hey man, you're pretty special." 
because if they put up with you as much as he does with me, inspire you furiously and make you feel worth something a little more than you are, they bloody well deserve it. 



13 comments:

  1. Hi Charly,

    Just wanted to extend my gratitude and praise for your writing. Truly, I believe you have it in you to create a captivating novel - one I know I would hang on to every word. Good luck in your future endeavors! Should you ever find yourself in the states, you have a coffee and chat with your name on it in Atlanta. Cheers!

    Nicole

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  2. I'm with you on the Ben train, as well as Nicole, I would so love to be part of his circle of friends because he lives my dream life and knows my dream kind of people. :)

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  3. Judging by this post Ben is just as lucky to have you as a friend as you are to have him. Also, side note, I absolutely love your writing style, it makes your blog such a refreshing read. x

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  4. The first time I commented, it didn't work. But I said something along the lines of your friendship with Ben being truly special and how I wished more people said 'I love you' like this, the way you did. It's really special and super nice to see, especially if it's beautifully written like this. I've watched Ben's vlogs for a long time, and I can't get over him being so honest, down to earth and seriously not pretentious. He really deserves nice things like these, and I hope he never changes.

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  5. A beautifully written post, as always! I've been watching Ben's vlogs and his charm certainly transcends the camera.

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  6. I adore your writing, it just blows me away. x

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  7. I admire your writing a lot. I also admire Ben a lot. He is my favourite person on youtube. I've been watching his videos for just over a year now, and every single one is a pleasure to watch.

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