"...But He's Daily Growing"
This is me with Nain (my maternal grandmother), Emma Jones. We're sitting on the wall by the block of flats she used to live in on New Road in New Broughton. We were probably waiting for the Broughton Carnival procession to go by. She would have been in her early eighties at this time.
Here I am at the age of twelve on my brother's wedding day in October 1974. The picture was taken in the front garden of my new sister-in-law's family, just along the way from where I live now.
Another motor. I'm standing in front of my brother's Jaguar Mark 2 2.4 litre outside the caravan we'd rented in Tywyn in July 1975. I am thirteen here, and the colour of my face wasn't due to the sun; I just hadn't washed it. I also look as scrawny as Iggy Pop.
Come and get me, girls! (No, it didn't bloody work, since you asked!). Seen here lying in the front garden aged fifteen, with one nipple artfully exposed and my ribs just as visible. The little boy on the left is my nephew Gavin (then aged seven months), and the one making good his escape on the right is my other nephew Glen (then aged two and a half).