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TERMINAL PHOTOGRAPHY INDEX OLD NAKED PHOTO ALBUM PAGE: WHEN I WAS YOUNG...
This page has some pictures of me looking as cute as I ever have. I can't swear to dimples, but I believe some may be there if you look close enough.
May 1972 / June 2002. • When I looked like Phil Collins and less like Alexi Sayle I got dipped in a font by a man wearing a dress. I ask you, is that anyway to be exposed to The CofE? • Some 30 years and a couple of months later, I went back to Passenham near Milton Keynes and the village of Wicken, where I lived until I was two. • My godmother Glenis (apologies for the probable dodgy spelling) wears a hat from the early 1970's while I stare-out the photographer with my evil-child look. • Another photograph taken at the same spot, trying to capture the same view. Note that I now look like Alexi Sayle, not Phil Collins. 1972. (Can it be? Well, it says so on the back of the picture...) • Straight-six three-litre engine, fuel injection, electric sunroof and ABS. My first car had none of these, but I still liked it. Note my smile. • That wallpaper was still totally legal on my first birthday. I subsequently sold that Bendy Mickey when I was about 10 for 50p. What an Idiot. • THE photo that gets dragged out to show a new girlfriend by my mum. The good oral hygiene habits installed early have worked. I've never had a filling. 1973ish to 1975. • The back of this photograph says 'Paul A. Smith - '73ish'. It's nice to know my parents took their duty to log my childhood so seriously. What big eyes I had. • This was my Playskool pal Sam and I playing. I say playing, I think we were actually fighting over a worm, which stretched, then snapped. Damn that bitch. • I may look like an angel, but little did the other children at my brothers 6th birthday party know that I'd wee'd in the fruit cordial. As I'd just remembered! • I've always had the need for speed. Here I am 'safely' tucked behind my brother. We often built rickety wooden go-carts from bits of prams and raced friends. 1976 to 1981. • Note my tongue is out. What a scamp I was. This picture was taken on the Isle of Wight by my brother, so we can only imagine the length of his collars. • My Scottish friend Heather and I after school on a hot day in 1977. She was the first girl I ever kissed and I've often wondered what became of her. (Sigh) • I remember the day when Adam (on the left) and I commandeered this tank and roared into Kabul. Really at Blackgang Chine on the Isle of Wight, in 1979. • June 11th 1980. Those wellington Boots and I were inseparable for several years I recall. Heather and I erect a proper old-fashioned tent in my back garden. • Having missed our roof by mere feet, this glider went on to land in the field behind our house, where we tried to take it back to our nest. • Me. Adam. Cornwall. 1981. Say no more. • Me, Paul, again in Cornwall in 1981, but without Adam. I revisited this village in 2002, and you can see a picture and some video elsewhere on my site. 1982 and later. • In 1982 I thought I'd give bicycling a shot. This is the very bicycle that I later, with the help of my brother and father, invented mountain-biking with. • I have no idea what had happened to make me run from the sea like this. Had I glimpsed a sharks fin? Or is the truth visible in Adams evil half-smile? • School photographs, since they're taken by professionals with years of experience, are always sympathetic, flattering studies of their subject. Discuss. • This picture has the words 'A very rare photo of Paul working' written on the back of it, which I feel is rather cruel. A slur of my good name, even. Legal notice - This page, inc. graphics and multimedia features are the intellectual property of Paul Smith and are protected by copyright. Last updated 28/11/03.