I just came across this photo that captures a pivotal moment in my life.
2006 began like any other.
I started it with a flourish by turning 40; getting sawn in half in front of 30 3 and 4-year-olds and their parents, and ended it on a psych ward, albeit The Priory. This picture was taken at a weekend visit the family made to me whilst incumbent there. Now that was an interesting time and would make a spectacular blog – perhaps I’ll slip a few bits in every now and then, just to liven things up a bit!
But, really, the most important thing this photo tells me is that I was right to get rid of the blonde!
Night, night (again). Geraint, are you listening?