The March of Time

Idea totally gacked from jEN

Me 1969
Me 1977
Me 1989

Me 2004

A limited selection of me through the ages, these are the only ones on hand, from 1969 to 2004.

Kev

This entry was posted in Real World. Bookmark the permalink.

7 Responses to The March of Time

  1. jEN says:

    I’m honoured to have been gacked by you Kev!

    Happy Birthday friend!
    (well, in a half hour or so, right? Sunday hasn’t quite begun yet… ;) )

    smooches~
    jEN

  2. Neil says:

    I always wanted one of those bounce around in the doorway trying not to bang one’s head against the door frame things. When’s my birthday..?

  3. Kev says:

    Hi jEN,

    thank you.

    Kev

  4. Kev says:

    Hi Nellus,

    I think one of those bungie trampoline things are better one you get beyond a year old.

    You are right about the door frame though if you add into the equation our Labrador Bruce, who used to sit and wait for me to get out of the way, then when I didn’t he would choose a side and go for it. Seemingly I never really complained but I guess it explains that plate in my head that stops radio transmissions! Or was that when I was abducted by aliens! :-)

    Kev

  5. Me says:

    Happy birthday, young Kevin.

    In light of how easy I found posting this message, I can only cringe -just a little, however – about my previous failings. Now then, where’s those embarassing pics of you running across George Square naked? What do you mean they’ve been destroyed? That’ll be right! (If I knew how to insert smilies now would be a good place to insert several, but I don’t, so we’ll move swiftly along.)

    Have you written any poetry lately? Short stories? Novels? Recipes? If so, where will I find the critters? (Smiley opportunity – apply within)

    Kev

    Now then, the big moment. Cue drum roll, etc. No trumpets though, they give me a headache. Will this undoubtedly ridiculous posting actually post? Mmmmmm?

  6. Me again says:

    Aha! Mission accomplished. One small step for me, and one giant leap for, eh, me too. Yippeee!

    Ok, I’ve composed myself, changed my underwear and combed my hair. I’ll leave you now, safe in the knowledge that my new skill for today has been learned. All I need now is a new word, then I’ll be able to put my feet up for the day and enjoy the footie feast. (No Rambling Please – by order of the management)

    Ooops,

    Kev

  7. jEN says:

    Hair combing is overrated…

    smooches~
    jEN

Comments are closed.