Garth and Ken got on like a house on fire. It was one of those friendships that appeared out of nowhere. Garth had made a fairly rare visit to a pub, and there was Ken. They struck up conversation, and the rest was history. Before long their wives and kids had met, and they were off on a joint family camping trip.
The wives got on pretty well, but the men were soul spirits.
“We’ve known each other all our lives,” they said. “We just hadn’t met.” It was a friendship which didn’t require knocking on the other’s door before entering. You could borrow a cup of sugar without really needing to ask. They didn’t “pee in each other’s pockets” but it was a genuine friendship that worked.
Which is why it was surprising when Ken was found guilty of murdering Garth.