Month: September 2018

apple day

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about to drop a large apple on the head of a small woman! …. whilst rocking: sainsburys bag sur tete, barbour jacket, pink swim shorts, green wellies combo… a damp, but eventually sunny apple day!

just like wot Rembrandt would have done… always loved this pic… in kenwood

abi: It was a great look! And all came good in the end, the sun can’t actually resist Apple day!

ha, what with soup, pie, juice and cider reckon i personally guzzled an entire orchards, nay an avalons worth o’apples, good to briefly see you guys x

jess: ❤️❤️❤️😂😂😂
I LOVE YOU xxx

rosie: You look absolutely glorious! I Love your style: )

ah yes dapper dressing midst the damp! hope all be lovely down devon way xx

julia: fwoooar!!!! look at them legs!!!

2nd esher

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the mighty 2nd Esher! cubs football, the year we swept all before us, but still somehow contrived to lose the final on penalties. heartbreaking
we beat ajax something like 13 – 3, they were sea cubs, which helped, and even a lumpen defender like me managed to score a hat trick… tho that might be a cheerfully skewed recollection!
i can still name all but 2 of the team… must be 76? 77? britain, a nation in the grip of exuberant punk frenzy, but bruv and i would spend saturday mornings watching hammy the hamster and kicking a ball about the rec
ok… no danger of profoundity here… prevaricating, its soggy out there and i’m off to help at apple day… could be a galloshers squelch
happy equinox one and all xx

ali: A nice time in life

booting a ball in break time at primary school was great fun too! x

Rich P: So much hair. And what a strip.

ah so many impressive barnet bonces! at least you’ve retained a few follicles on yours… even at the time i felt the kit was a peculiar melange of colours and design… and i didn’t even become a graphic (or fashion!) designer xx

mushrooms

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mongst mushrooms and flaming crosses… a somewhat autumnal tinged day of sussex roaming
once i’d moved beyond my selfie obsesh enjoyed just peacefully hanging out in the silver birch glade with those fairy toadstools… praise for maries far vaster fungii knowledge… mayfield bonfire was chips beer hoopla, natter and groovy fireworks… glad i didn’t brave the fairground whirlygig ride tho!

charlotte: Omg ….very hallucinogenic all this !! xx

Indeed very Alice through the looking glass caterpillar-esque! xx

claire: Fab photo! xx

karma

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karma karma karma chameleon!
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our model wears… what? a pink star shell hawaiian shirt, rummaged from a flea market somewhere in greenwich village
a purple batwing concoction that flaps carried all the way home from kathmandu
the hat tho must be my brothers? not the sort of tifter that would ever have graced my bonce
christmas 89? oaklawn, art nouveau chaise longue, arabic brass lamp stuck over with marbles
peak gadabout for me… just back from portugal? and 2 months in a hostel in Barcelonas Plaza Real
the berlin wall is toppling… i’ll be in prague, via sheff, within the year
the past… when it’s this lurid foolish youthful can be flambuoyant beguiling
right chauffeurs garb on, rush hour trundle off to cart sis to heathrow… yes m’lady!
*tifter… tit for tat hat

may: wheres the orange cape???

Ha! Exeter uni orange curtain capers, smooching wiv jk! Xx

ant: from Rentaghost???

Claypole? I was always rather good at teleporting by holding me nose x

Rich P: I think you still owe me for the purple batwing concoction.

It was a thing of beauty! Much missed! Did ya really lug it all the way home on the trans sib? Xx

Rich P: Kept me warm during those chilly Siberian nights… x

luci: Looking fabulous! x

Yoof in gorgeous rainment x