With friends like these, who needs enemies?

... or "The blackmail photos from Hell"

I hope Marie doesn't mind me using her Cookie pics (because I naughtily didn't ask. But she has known me for a very long time and is probably used to me borrowing her things)

I spent ages this morning trying to upload a current picture of me to my blogger profile, unsuccessfully. But instead you should go and have a look at this picture of me c.1992. It was taken by my friend, (now an ex-friend :p ) Marie. Funnily enough I don't have many pictures of me from my teenage years because I was convinced I was hideous and hated my teeth. I really wish I could go back and tell myself to cherish those years and keep more momentos. Anyway...

This was the final day of school (I should explain to non-UK readers that compulsory education finishes at 16, at which point you can choose to go on to Higher Education to do A-Levels based on what you want to study at University). We went to a school with a very strict dress code - the uniform had to be worn, no make-up, no jewellery. So this was a "fun day" with no lessons and relaxed rules, hence the non-uniform. It was also 1992, hence the green Pepe jeans and red Adidas trainers. I think this was probably my best outfit at the time.



Picture 1: was taken in Marie's bedroom. She has already gone into detail of the posters on the walls. For the record, I don't think either of us actually liked NKOTB music all that much. But we both wanted Donnie Wahlberg sooooooo badly. In fact, he is still on my "freebie" list! I think I was trying to look intelligent, but I don't know why.

Picture 2: was taken on the school field (you can see groups of similar friends behind us). I should point out that the carrier bag at Mrs Protect The Cookie's feet contained contraband (probably really cheap and nasty cider). And I have just remembered why I am wearing shades but I probably shouldn't say as my mum reads this blog. Remember, Marie?

Oh the memories ... I'll have to have a dig about and see what I can find by way of revenge. My mum swears she has evidence of Marie and me eating Pot Noodles - yeuch - but she has yet to produce the evidence.