Last night my brother had dug out some old photos of me, and I swear to god that at a casual glance, you’d think they could have been taken yesterday. I’ve gained weight (and even then, I’m doing a passable job of shedding that, recently), but other than that, no difference. I don’t know how I feel about that. Especially as everyone else in the photos looks massively different.

Eternally young, that’s me…