Fuck Fuck Fuck

I had just written quite a long post while I dropped offline to let my Dad go on to collect his mail and as soon as I dial back up and just before I click post I get blue screened and I can’t get out of it. So I lost it all. Fuck! I am not happy with that at all.

It went something like this.

I’m watching The Best of MTV Unplugged at the moment, I was looking for something to have on in the background while I surfed and considering this started with the classic Summer of ‘69 by Bryan Adams, what better to go with?

And if I had the choice Ya – I’d always wanna be there Those were the best days of my life…I think about ya wonder what went wrong

Friday night I was having a look through one of my drawers of stuff and I came across some old photos. In strange timing at the top were the photos I took in EuroDisney. I was surprised at the quality of them. Considering I had a shit little camera and have never been into photos I thought they were pretty good.

I did go into a work thing that had pissed me off a while ago about photos but I think I’ll leave that be and just talking about photos. I never really had any interest in photography and indeed looking at photos. There has to be something of interest in the photo, it has to be pretty spectacular or there has to be a connection of some sort for me to look at photos. I can’t even define it, its just some personal taste I guess, one person’s photos will bore me to tears while others won’t. Strange huh?

Anyways the first photo in the pile was a class photo taken sometime in my first couple of years there. I can’t work out when it was, it could have been ‘93 but it could have been ‘95 either. I’m thinking ’95, but anyway in a lets state the obvious, there are a lot of old faces there. Brings back lots of memories both good and bad. A couple out weigh the rest and it certainly does leave thoughts of what might have been.

John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892) wrote, “For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: ‘It might have been!'”, it’s not running across the top of the page anymore but it still holds a lot of meaning.