My Photo Album
(Or at least censored highlights!)
 The one time I was lucky enough to get flowers...still, I had to get a hernia to get them! |
 Catherine Cassidy...a fellow philosopher and the first person that I met in London. A lifelong friend. Famous for her perpetual smile, the size of her overdraft, and, ooohhh, that hair!!! |
 I reckon this is the only time that my dad has ever been popular with the birds...but the dry cleaners were not impressed! |
 Gorgeous, isn't he? His physique is often commented upon down the local gym...or something. I just call him the Sex God. |
 Me and Dave and his mate...only we have never met him before in our lives. He just decided to join our photo, and was more than welcome. Anyway, anyone who knew Dave would realise my deliberate mistake in this caption - he doesn't have any friends!!! |
 Me, Hina and Mad Maggie. The female contingent of our lovely household - commonly referred to as "The Girls". I love them both dearly. Maggie is known for her manic depression and Hina just cooks pasta. |
 My eighteenth birthday party with mum and dad. A mere baby... |
 Me, Liz (otherwise known as 'fit') and Jules (otherwise known as Messiah, Jewboy, Judge...) before an all-night party. Liz reckoned that she had given me a makeover, but I can't see the improvement really. Both smashing mates. |
 Dave on his holidays with me in Southend. He insists that he DID have a good time. |  Me and Jules. He is a smashing bloke, but upon enbibing alcohol takes to licking your face. Is circumised and a very heavy smoker. A good mate, generally. |
 Liz is a super girl, but arouses in me fits of jealousy (amongst other things). She is very very gorgeous...but is from Essex, so I am not that jealous really. |
 I can't even begin to think of a caption for this one. |