I are old!
Yup, I was born on the 12th of January, in the year of our Lord 1977. Thus, I am officially old. Well... sort of.
The day started with gifts of a bookish nature. Firstly, I enjoyed some fish-based, whoreishness in the form of Jenny Finn, a gift care of Mr. Fretwell, naturally.
Next, I decided to up the ante in regards of mental stimulation, and so I progressed to reading What Colour Are Your Knickers. Black Cat was actually quite rapt by my recitation and rewarded me with a sort of squalling noise and a full view of his anus. There's nothing quite as fine as a feline critic.
Regardless, thanks must go to Jill and Andy for such a wondrous boon. In fact, thanks go to everyone who wished me a Merry Birthday! Okay, I think it's time to see some cards:
Soon it was time to visit the Queen's Medical Centre, where I had the chance to while away a few noisome hours whilst my mother was busy getting her lumber region pumped fulled of Tesco's Finest X-Rays. Time simply flew by when, in a flash of Tricenarian ingenuity, I engaged some fellow old people in conversation of a medical nature. Within no time we were waxing lyrical over the many joys of our rapidly shortening lives; it was great stuff!
X-Rays fully absorbed we took a short shopping trip into Nottingham City Centre. I've not ventured into the heart of our fair city for many a long month and I was delighted to see that it was still Hellish. That aside, I set about raping the local camera stores to hunt myself the best possible deal on the EOS 400D.
A few hours of bartering and pounding headache later and Currys, of all people, offered me the best lens and kit combination. Shortly thereafter I was once again penniless. But this little beauty makes it all worthwhile:
Mmmmm. It's black. And it's got buttons...
Okay, that's enough inane rambling from me. I've got manuals to browse and buttons to fiddle with. Hopefully I'll have something pretty to show you very soon.
Once again, thanks!