Food has to be truly remarkable for me to want to take a picture of it. And what could be more remarkable than my first (and so far only) edible heptagon. We went to a belly dancing restaurant for Penny’s birthday – I don’t want to share pictures of the dancing without permission.
And all I got was this lousy war-chalk. 64kbps, open network, no less. Things are advertised somewhat differently now.
The underside of MicroVAX-en making a steady base upon which to build a barbecue. I’m not sure this would be the machine of choice these days – the Linux port claimed 5.42 BogoMIPS (cf. 6859.91 for the machine I’m currently using).
Actually about five years off, but you never know where he’ll turn up, watching.
Somewhere in the dim and distant past, there was a music and cricket festival.
I went to visit some Roman remains – unfortunately I have no record of where this was.
We took a day out from Oxford to visit Blenheim Palace, where we spent a disproprotionate amount of time lost in the maze.
My cousin had his wedding on his birthday, complete with the traditional bumps.
I thought he’d turn up sooner or later, Blue Neil. He’s not looking quite so blue these days. Or, indeed, particularly happy about having his picture taken.
Early 2002 and this is my first selfie – one of very few I have ever taken. A bunch of us went skiing and I was looking for sunglasses – there weren’t any mirrors but I had my camera. Thus a craze was born.