Tag: teenage

As promised, I’ve dug through the archives! I’m not going to play all of my cards at once of course, but I’ve got one photo from 2002 and another from 2003. It’s hard to believe there’s only a year between the photos, but it’s true! This is… I think… the day before a big party. A party that I have photos of… but I’m not going to share! It was a fancy dress party and I’m wearing a stick-on moustache…

Abi & Seb (Click for larger) Abi: Apparantly he did this face for about 5 years straight and didnt wash his hair for three of those.. Incase you wondered, this week we visit each other aged 16. Seb and I have only known each other about a year. God knows how long he’d been stalking me prior to that (I jest!). I think its fair to say that he is one of the people I talk to the most frequently…

A collection of photos from a birthday party this weekend. We descended upon the vaulted ceilings and croquet lawns of a large country house. We frolicked, drank tea and ate cake. And when the sun started doing down… well… that’s when things started to get crazy. Note: you can click each photo to visit my Flickr stream. There are further details there, and some funny annotations. More to follow… more balloons, and a cute little girl.

This is a continuation from a series of entries I wrote chronicling my childhood and teenage years. For some reason I got sidetracked — I wrote about ‘that tale from my teenage years‘, and before I knew it I was writing about my crazy relationships and sexual encounters. And then I got talking about The American. I often write as if I’m not affected by what unfolds — chilled, objective — but the truth is… I am. I am effected…

I had planned a fantastic post today about immortality (as one does…) but as I sat down to type it out, my mother called up the stairs: ‘Don’t forget, it’s your birthday tomorrow!’ Thanks for reminding me, mum. ’25! That’s a quarter of a century! A third of your life, GONE!’ You can shut up now, mum. ‘By the time I was your age, I was married and had you!’ I shut my door, sat down and… pouted. How am…