Based on the fact that Iím prepared to show the photos below to the world, you can probably correctly assume that I donít take myself very seriously. I had a brilliant childhood growing up in Belfast and the following pictures are just a series of progressions from dopey kid to, well, dopey adult!
John Harv Harbinson, a gentleman and a scholar, winner of wars, connoisseur of cheap red wines and his dog is the best fighter in the street!
Me and my wee bro, but it was still him who knocked that tooth out!
That wallpaper certainly takes the bad look off my side-shade (nearly).
Last day of 5th Year, and I can tell you there was more than coffee in that cup!.
It was hard telling my parents that I really wanted to be a woman!.
One reason why people re-take their wedding vows and get new photos taken, at least Mags looks cute.
Nothing to do after marriage but vainly dream of becoming a rock star.
And the hair just keeps getting longer.
Corfu, 1990, the year I knew blondes had less fun!
What everyone wanted to do back then, play to a packed Rosetta.
Lynzi laughs as I explain itís time for me to get a major haircut!
Older, but no wiser, as Iím still dreaming of becoming a rock star!