• Lomo love and birthdays

    Age is a bitch…it kinda’ sneaks up on you, taps you on the shoulder and reminds you that, well, life is fucking short. And while you’re wasting yourself with petty drama and “coulda’, shoulda’, woulda’s” life’s zooming by in a very fast car (you can be assured it’s flipping you the bird while doing this). So, yeah…after 30, love it or hate it, you do have moments where you think about the young feckless, brave thing you use to be and ask yourself, “what happened?”. The point of this very maudlin post is that it’s my birthday tomorrow. Good old 09 April. A date synonymous with a fuck load tequila,…