Memories

My friend Rose, who I have known since 1975, is 60 this year. She’s exactly a year older than me. For obvious reasons, we won’t be partying but one of our friends has asked everybody for one photo of Rose. She’s going to make all of them into a video. My blip is my offering. It’s from a photo booth in Skegness in 1978. I can’t help feeling my perm has got out of hand but my excuse is that I had just got off the Waltzers.