Memento

I'm a sentimental devil, which is why my first instinct was to pinch the deerstalker I'd worn in the play for the past week.

I'd tried a few on, but only this one had sat right on my magnificent bald bonce. However, guilt got the better of me and I decided I'd better return it as BATS aren't made of money.

I snapped a shot before I grudgingly dropped it back at the theatre later today.

It's all done and dusted now. What the hell am I going to blip about? I know: anyone want to see a picture of my dinner?!!