Brighton memories

This weekend I got the big photo box out from under the bed and went through some of the old photos and got ever so nostalgic about the past, especially the Brighton years. There were pictures of Min and I cavorting around Europe, old boy friends and significant others, dead pets and dubious hair styles and clothing, not to mention a cigarette in my hand in every picture. Here are few of them. *deep sigh*

This is Nigel from Brighton whom I loved dearly but I have predictably lost all contact over the years. He was the first bloke ever to buy me a Valentines card. Good times!

This was part of Min's college project.
I can't believe how high I could jump without wardrobe malfuntion!

This is me at Brighton station on my way to somewhere.
Notice the Ivana Trump like hairdo *LOL*

Hangover day on Brighton seafront. Not looking very bright...