PHOTOS OF ME DINNER
When old gits gather, talk always turns to nostalgia – the size of Wagon Wheels and Mars Bars, for example. A loose re-enactment of that Monty Python Yorkshiremen sketch.
At such a coven recently my mate remembered those pre-digital, pre-Facebook days of snapping a dozen photos on your Kodak Instamatic and taking the film to Boots to get it developed. You’d collect your photos two weeks later to find the first couple to be wasted and a number of others over-exposed.
But here’s the thing – he made the point that in contrast to posts on today’s Facebook, none of them were of your dinner.