Drinking Buddy.

In memory of G who died 25 years ago.

I still have a cassette (yes, kids, a c-a-s-s-e-t-t-e) of the two of us talking pish as we consumed Black 'n' Tans (Tennant's Export mixed with Sweetheart Stout) whist listening to the latest punk singles (on vinyl, that's v-i-n-y-l).

So many things in the above have ceased to exist, but I still remember them well.

This, by the way, is a happy blip.


(As predicted, yesterday's cat blip hit the spotlight page. Well done everyone, you've rendered everything else I've photographed utterly pointless. Sigh.)