The Kernal turns 18
He's a big boy now.
And yes, that does say "Will suck for 10 pounds".
I am the biggest doofus on the planet. Managed to whip up a masterpiece for Kerr's pressie this very afternoon and subsequently SAT on the frame in Rosie's car on the way back home, BROKE it and shattered glass went flying to unspeakable places.
Before
After
Due to coming-of-age festivities a hearty night was spent with legal drinks all around at the Perkin (where else?).
Roster as follows: Nick, Rob, Hayman, Loz, Kerr, Ro, Sam, Jay and myself (the ever-elusive photographer) all came out to play whilst Sal, Laura and Steve were there in spirit nonetheless.
(I love the fact everyone still looks baby-faced)
Before we utter gasps of utmost terror and so forth there were actually minimal grimaced smiles, which dissolved completely later on in the evening. I guess the least we could do for our friend was to be civil on his birthday, which was executed smoothly (ha, I've made this sound like a military operation) and sharpened talons were safely kept folded away. I don't know why I even sound so optimistic. It doesn't take a lot to make me a happy person. I never demand much from people, just a little respect here and there and possibly some appreciation, that's all. I can't even retain anger very well but maybe that's not a flaw, contrary to how I always see it. Others may well hold grudges against me but life's far too short for petty
schoolboy revenges, things like who gets the last bite of the big red apple.
I think I'm going to be okay