I have been going through my photographs over the Christmas/New Year break, and I have found a few skeletons in the closet. One of my favourites is this photograph of the cake which a friend and I made for someone's birthday whilst we were all at university together:
This was taken just after we'd returned from celebrating the end of someone's exams with a cheeky pint to discover that we'd not done a great job of greasing the tin. I'd love to say that it was better when we'd glued it back together with apricot jam and iced it, but I'm not so sure. Perhaps it's good that I don't have any photographic evidence of the finished article.
On the plus side, I don't think I'd laughed so hard in ages.