I miss the kiss of treachery

So today is the 25th anniversary of The Cures' Disintegrationalbum. A seminary title and one very dear to my heart, but I'm not your atypical Cure fan, it's not my favourite Cure album.

So 25 years, and I think I've faired far better than Robert Smith has. So whilst I felt a bit old today when I found out a major part of my youth was that old, physically I'm not too bad, and I've certainly not mentally matured by 25 years. I can still laugh at tit and bum jokes.......and insanely so. :-)

I bought the fancy new camera, so hopefully it will arrive tomorrow morning and I'll be snapping away with a proper portable camera rather an iPhone as I can't be arsed to lug around a DSLR.