Those were the days

The year was 1978, I'm the awkward 13 year old lad in a borrowed suit going to the wedding of someone in the family I lived with at the time. The lad next to me in the dark suit still is my best mate. He retired from the forces last year, we joined at 16 as a junior leaders (I needed somewhere to live) and he retired at 45, and spent 15 years as a bomb disposal officer.

I have very few photo's of growing up so when this was sent to me I was over the moon, even with the dodgy haircut and fashion sense :-)