Burrowing into the past

Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I think, well could be worse Andrew. More often though I think, god you look so effing old and tragic. Not surprisingly, the latter is happening increasingly often as I age. R and Mother were going through some old photos and R said to me afterwards, I had forgotten how cute and hot you were when you were young and why I was attracted to you. I suppose that was a compliment.

A work mate recently gave me a dvd with lots of old photos taken in my workplace and at work social events. At almost the end of the tiresome slide show dvd, there was a very young R and myself at a party. It took me nearly two weeks to remember where the photo was taken. I was thinking about street names and how I pronounced Creswick Street in Glen Iris as Cresick Street and a dyke workmate thought I said Cressy Street, a nearby street. Bingo! I remembered. The said dyke and her girlfriend had a house warming party at the flat they just moved into in Creswick Street, and that was where the photo was taken. I had no idea anyone was snapping.

Last night (Friday) we caught up with a few friends at The Dick to go through photos kept by the late Jasmine/James, Dame M's Boarder. James'  family did not want them.  Later there will be more, including some photo scans, but for now, I found a picture of myself taken by a person unknown with Dame M. The photo was taken at Jane's Chinese restaurant at St Kilda Junction, now closed down and the historic building, once a hotel, will be demolished for??? Yes, a highrise apartment building. Clearly something was happening when the photo was taken, but I have no idea what. I think there are two photos of me in my 12 year old blog, plus one of me in drag. I don't really want to see my ugly mooch on my blog but nevertheless, I like this photo of myself and the late Dame M. We didn't intend to have nearly matching outfits. Ah Gwennie, how we miss you.