The Year Is 2005…

That last post was supposed to be about new year, not a smoking rant. Well anyway, new year was good… I went to a party at Ned and Ronnie’s flat where I drank a bottle of Jagermeister smoked one of the cigars I got when I was in Mexico and listened to Andrew Kerr play Jump In The Fire (you had to be there, but, of course if you weren’t it was because you were somewhere else celebrating new year, in which case I hope you has a nice time).

Here is me with Trish. My eyes are always red in photographs. My mum says it’s because my pupils are always so big.

Here is me with my pal Ronnie Black (Black Ronnie) with a shoelace(?) on his head.

It’s kind of funny to think that it’s 2005 already. It’s not that much of a surprise considering the system for keeping track of what year it is continues to obey chronology (it would have been genuinely surprising if 2005 had followed 2003, for instance) it’s just that I always thought that by 2005 I would have my own jetpack. (Seriously).