I don’t remember that…?

Hold up! Before you read on, please read this...
This post was published more than 11 years ago
I keep old posts on the site because I often enjoy reading old content on other people's sites. It can be interesting to see how views have changed over time: for example, how my strident teenage views have, to put it mildly, mellowed.
I'm not a believer in brushing the past under the carpet. I've written some offensive rubbish on here in the past: deleting it and pretending it never happened doesn't change that. I hope that stumbling across something that's 11 years old won't offend anyone anew, because I hope that people can understand that what I thought and felt and wrote about then is probably very different to what I think and feel and wrote about now. It's a relic of an (albeit recent) bygone era.
So, given the age of this post, please bear in mind:
- My views may well have changed in the last 11 years. I have written some very silly things over the years, many of which I find utterly cringeworthy today.
- This post might use words or language in ways which I would now consider highly inappropriate, offensive, embarrassing, or all three.
- Factual information might be outdated.
- Links might be broken, and embedded material might not appear properly.
Okay. Consider yourself duly warned. Read on...
Flicking through the Tesco Photobook I ordered of my elective in Canada, which arrived this morning, I note that many of the scenes are unfamiliar. All of them, in fact. The pictures are largely of Alie’s 90th birthday – or at least, I think they are. It’s hard to tell, because the text is in German… And the picutres, apparently, are set in Germany. The cover was right, the inside wasn’t mine. Tesco assure me they’ll sort it. We’ll see.
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