Morris' Photo Album

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	My first ever photo. I was feeling a bit unhappy because I'd just been told I couldn't have any stationery until I was four.
My parents bought me a wonderful pram. Unfortunately they weren't very well off, so to afford it they had to sell the house.
	I'd just got my first joke. I was 10 months old and it had taken me 8 months to get it.
By the time I was 18 months, I was spending most of my time trying to invent disco.
	My parents had other ideas about my future career...
... they wanted me to be a jockey.
	I was a bikie for a while, but when I turned 3 they threw me out of the gang for being too old.
At 7 I decided I wanted to be a writer. I'd heard Roald Dahl had a bit of hair that always stuck up, so I got one too.
	Looking stylish at 12. This outfit always turned heads in our street, specially as I wasn't in the scouts.
By 14 I'd developed the classic legs of a writer.
	By 16 I'd discovered that long hair could cover sticky-out-ears and Mum's old headscarf could cover pimples on the neck.
By 18 I'd realised the scarf looked silly, but I still needed something to cover my neck pimples.
	21, an adult at last. Though I was a bit sulky because I still didn't have the stationery I'd been promised when I was 4.