Apologies for some self-indulgence.

I’ve not been posting day-to-day blog posts over here on Nodalities because usually when I urge I spew forth on my own blog. Personal motivation. Known only to myself, not my wife, but usually 2/6 cats. So they tell me. But I have to break this block somehow, so I’ll type what’s on my mind.

Here’s the thing - I was asked earlier if I had a photo of myself from my wannabe ’80s pop style days (the question was put more diplomatically, appreciating the niceties of obscure late 20th century art movements conceptuality, yet still implying I should look young and enthusiastic, ideally with leather trousers). I *know* there’s a photo online of me at 17, posing before an Elvish microphone (still can’t sing), looking pretty good in a retro form. I think I probably blogged it at some point (with appropriate irony, knowing looks from the wisdom of decades, struggles with 7th chords and actually not having taken anywhere near the quantity of chemicals such work demands).

I can’t find this photo. I know everything I need to tell my brother how to find the photo (he took it), but there seems absolutely no way of touching this piece of information on the web that, in now a very personal way, I want to find.

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