Your Berlin advent picture: the nice blue lights hanging down outside a hotel near an elevated train track.
One principle that I’ve tried my best to stick to on FFF and here, is to not have a photo of myself. I’ve nearly broken that rule a few times. And I’m going to kinda break it today. Having a new scanner melted my resolve to not put my picture up here like a volcano melts chocolate.
But still, it’s not current day photos. It’s photos of me when I was younger. First up, one for all the paedophiles out there: me, probably three or four years old, in bed with my teddy bear (he was untitled, never had a name) and Wombles poster.
Here I am with my sister in the garden of my grandparents. A common photo style, this. Get my sister and I to stand nearer to each other than we’d ever naturally want to, and watch the frowns appear.
My grandmother and I. She’s helping me get ready to go and slaughter some Native Americans, smoke some Marlboros, and have a gunfight with Lee Van Cleef. You will notice that I’m not just any cowboy, oh no; I’m the sheriff! See, I got a sheriff’s badge. So, y’know, don’t be gettin’ up to no shit, y’all, cos I come a bust a cap in yo ass.
I’m pretty useless at judging the age of children, even myself as a child; so I can’t be sure when each of these photos were taken. But I do know that I was about 11 or 12 in the next couple of photos cos of the yellow-with-red-pinstripes Liverpool FC shirt I’m wearing in both pictures. You’ll also notice that by this time, I’d become a spectacles-wearer.
Playing snooker in the garden with Gran. My Dad laid that patio himself, y’know. Notice that we had no legs for the snooker table, so we used sawhorses instead.
This would’ve been Christmas at my grandparent’s house, probably 1982. That’s me and my dad playing with the pinball game Father Christmas had brought me. It was battery operated. And incredibly loud. Seemingly, the power needed to use it was so much that the machine had engines inside that made playing with it very very irritating for everyone else around. You’ll also notice part of my sister in the photo. Leg warmers, of course. And an early personal stereo. Look at the size of that thing, eh?
So that’s me. Tomorrow, my grandfather.