What comes back to haunt you…

What comes back to haunt you…

Posting this again as despite posting it before it seems to have got lost in the ether, probably by my clumsiness or incompetence.

I was surprised to learn a while backthat an embarrassing picture of me taken years ago turned up in a book. A book on youth culture of all things. The book is called The Bag I’m In by Sam Knee.

I have no idea how Sam Knee saw the picture or why he decided to use it but it was taken by a friend named Steve Lily. I’m guessing it’s the perfect example of what not to look like. I remember it being taken vividly though. It was a skate spot in Harrow known as the Flower Pot and I was not a happy camper.  Thing was I’d taken a huge chip out of the deck I was riding at the the time. I bloody loved that Sims Mike Folmer too.

It’s surprising what comes back from the past to haunt you isn’t it. Just look at that barnet though, what was I thinking?.