Part one today, featuring the print scans, starts before I was born then chunters up the decades in a splendidly random fashion
Not ThrilledMy dad as a teenager, 1930s, Tottenham. Pic by my grandad, probably
A Grand Day OutMy formidable Grandma with me and my 'cousin' Brenda (actually the step-grand-daughter of my Aunt Ciss: her husband, Charlie Mart,
had two children, Victor and Doreen, by a previous marriage. Doreen was 'no better than she should be', having as a teen already
accumulated two babies from two different Yanks by the end of WWII, before decamping to Oz to let Aunt Ciss bring up Brenda
– I don't think I ever knew what happened to the first child), around summer 1952 or maybe 3, judging by the size of me.
We're at Southend: before the day was done I had launched that bucket I'm carrying off the pier, and was only at the last moment
physically prevented from launching Grandma's handbag, containing all our money and the tickets back to Tottenham, after it.
Growth SpurtMy cousin Tony, three months older than me and the youngest child of my dad's sister, was a shrimp throughout childhood, but
eventually got close to six feet. This pic with my nan was probably taken by my grandad in 1966, the year before both grandparents
died. It's in the same back yard as that one of my dad above, in 6 Glenwood Road, Tottenham
The OM TeeInto the seventies now, and one I took: Bill in Brunswick Place, Brighton, modelling the T-shirt uniform of Operation Mindfuck,
our Frisbee freestyle team. 1976 or so
D0pe P0rnCrumbled up Afghani (left) and Lebanese (right) hashish. 1990s, Oldland Common
Between Two BasketsBill in the Trip Room during the Great Immortality Working, 11 November 1995. He's not asleep, he's listening
to Yo La Tengo's Painful, IIRC
The LookAnni asked me to take some pics of her for a dating agency, or whatever they were called before they went online.
This is the one she chose. Late 1990s maybe
More non-sequiturs next time