This is The Guardian.

Today, the men trying to do friendship better.

I am in my mid-30s, 37 actually.

And my friendship group historically has been booze, banter, football, taking the mick out of each other.

This is Josh Halliday.

If you're a regular listener, you'll know his voice.

He's the Guardian's North of England editor.

But today, we're not talking about anything relating to his job.

Until very recently, I think the last year or two,

my relationship with my two closest friends,

who I've been friends with now for the 15, 16 years,

has been fairly surface level, to be honest.

90% of our chat is probably football-related,

always with a drink in our hand.

If you ask me, name their immediate family, I wouldn't be able to do it.

And I think that's quite shocking, really.

As well as his two best friends, Josh has a big group of ladmates who tend to meet up once a year for a big booze-up.

And this means, you know, flying out to a city or getting the train somewhere, drinking or weekend.

Over time, he began to realise they all followed the same pattern.

Pints, banter, more pints, shots.

And then, tears.

I sort of realised that towards the end of the night,

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