As I am not Cameron, I luckily don't have to lie about my Hampton Wick (that's dick to you folk born out of hearing from the now defunct sound of Bow Bells) being gobbled by a dead sheeps head. However occasionally I do find some weird photos turning up which I really don't remember them being me. There's those photos where I am skinny and fit, they seem so long ago, then there's those embarrassing fell asleep at a party photos where people did home made tattoos on your private parts. Anyway as I am a week away from reaching the respectable age of 60, I herewith, and hereby claim not to have ever been me.9a!!!!
just tape over it and forgot it happened!
Climbing kit not normally used at climbing walls.