Pictures of my father...
A while ago I recounted the story of the day before Christmas Eve, when my mother suddenly presented me with a picture of my father. I hadn't seen him, or (to my knowledge) a picture of him since I was around four or five. Needless to say this came as a bit of a shock, even though I had mentioned to my mother in passing several months before that I didn't remember what he looked like.
This feels a bit like cheap melodrama, but it's probably one of the most important things lingering in my head at the moment, so I should probably share it with the world. Imagine my shock when I realised my father (bottom-right) was a big, baldy, 70s-style beardy-weirdy...
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So tell you what - is this picture of you? If so - why not drop me an e-mail? tom [at] plasticbag [dot] org or leave a comment here...
→ Posted by: Tom Coates at June 2, 2003 6:02 PM