Friendships are precious things that allow us to get through this horrific maelstrom we bitterly call life.
Without friends, we would be but animals, hurtling cluelessly from one compulsive murder to the next. Nobody is an island ... unless we're talking about Ian "Island Face" Jones, whose head did literally become a small sub-continental landmass that was home to a very lovely couple, originally from Stoke-on-Trent.
Not the proper Stoke-on-Trent, I'm talking about the man called Trent who, for a brief period, hosted the entire city of Stoke up his arse.
What were we talking about? Oh yeah, friend lists on videogame consoles, and how their rubbishness matters more than you might think.