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.

x

This is what I look like scrubbed up. I’d wear a suit every single day if I could..

Goodnight, all.

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..