13 January 2011

Time - He flexes like a whore - I came across this totally by accident today. When I was four and living on the island of Alderney, back in 1966 I wanted a watch. My parents wouldn't buy me one until I could tell the time. I worked really hard and soon had a reasonable understanding of clock faces and hands. This watch was my reward, my very first timepiece and the number and hands even glowed in the dark. Even though the face is barely readable through the scratched glass it still works.