- V, V for Vendetta.
Oh, look, it’s me.
Have this instead of some writing, as I haven’t finished the story I’m writing yet.
I don’t like pictures of myself that often, but this one isn’t bad.
That time of year again..
Happy birthday, Grandad. I hope you’re partying up there, the centre of everything as you always were.
You’re missed here, each and every day. Nothing is the same without you here to guide me.
This is what I look like scrubbed up. I’d wear a suit every single day if I could..
Because apparently there’s a distinct lack of up-to-date pictures of my homeless-looking self.
Gods, I look tired. Long day at work.
Oh look, a wild GPOY appeared!
A group of us were playing a game in a pub called ‘combine two different feelings in one pose’. I think this was supposed to be ‘Megalomaniacal depression’ or something equally crap. We were wasted, and I look terrible.
Three years today..
Sleep well, Grandad. You’re missed every single moment of every single day. I hope you’re looking down on what I’m doing, and are not too dissappointed in me.
Happy birthday, Grandad. I hope that wherever you are, they’re throwing you one hell of a party..