I lost my camera yesterday. Either on the train to Lincoln, in Caffè Nero on Lincoln’s High St., or on the bus to me mum’s house. It must’ve slipped out of my pocket. Of course, there’s someone who now owns a Panasonic Lumix with a bunch of my photos on it. Thankfully, I transferred them all to my computer before getting the train, but I’d not deleted them, so someone will be enjoying a lot of photographs of the NFL game at Wembley Stadium and of my mate’s kids. They’ll also be enjoying a photo of me being a dork. So taking my cue from David Letterman, I’m going for the preemptive posting of an embarrassing photograph. I can explain all I want that it suddenly occurred to me that I had all the elements to dress up like this, and, y’know, it might be fun to pretend for a moment, but it doesn’t take away from the teenage idiocy of actually putting on the cap, jersey, pants and cleats, then prancing around in my apartment in the clothes and taking a photo of myself all dressed up like a proper New York Yankee. That’s right: I’m 39 years old.