That's right. That's right. Back in action live from Clapham Common in south London. Jamming to Spotify with a view to the city, we've been camped out in London since January 9th - through three flats, poor landlord service, stolen mountain bikes -we're still here. Enjoying a sunday afternoon with pizza from ECO and watching season 2 of The Wire (my new favorite TV show).
Instead of spending the rest of the email updating all with the latest 9 months, I thought it would be good to tell a quick little story.
A friend of mine, John budde was in london last week. Hadn't seen the guy in like 5-6 years. Incredible to connect with someone you haven't seen in that long. Funny thing is, he looked exactly the same. Exactly. Not one thing changed, nothin'.
Me, however, wow. The first thing that comes out of his mouth after I tapped him on the shoulder from behind in Trafalgar Square - "whoa, I would never have recognised you". Yes. Yes, he said it.
I am an honest person, but I am usually the one that judges. And finally, the medicine from the past. So, how much have I changed? I want to post the change across some photos below. It's incredibly frightening. I guess I caught the worst of all Weber+Elliott genes when it came to looks - thank God alicia married me on personality (or did she?).
Take a look and laugh to yourself - its a freebie on a Sunday...notice from lots of hair (and maybe muscles), to college fading hair, to now (with no hair except for poor shaving practices). Next week I will focus on something else. Btw, Amy where are the promised posts??
