Catching up with Mitch remembering when I was mugged and phoned him on my way home, to tell him.. the conversation went a bit like this.. “Mitch, I’ve just been mugged, both my cameras my purse id cards etc.. Mitch: “Oh no were my face paints in there”.
How lovely my friend Mitch is.. not. I still get ridiculously upset over loosing the awesome photographs that were on my camera.. dressed as robotic animals running around Brighton pier drunk, then going to the gig that we had dressed up for and ending the night on the beach taking photographs. Pfffft, why do theifs have to exsist.
