From age 24 to 32 photography was my main hobby, I did my own black and white developing as for colour i sent it off to the lab. 300 photographs gone, vanished nobody knows where they are. I left my entire collection in a safe place with a family member and they claim I threw them out because ‘they don’t have them’

There is no way I threw out 300 photographs, I’ve a photographic memory and know exactly what exposure was used where it was shot and which film was used including lenses and F stops. I know for a fact one of my B+W enlargements was stolen. I’m a s*** photographer but 3 of my own prints were gallery worthy.

Pics of my mum eating a packet of beef McCoy crisps (potato chips) little candids done on the 50mm all gone, correction our mum because the person who disposed of my crap is in fact my baby sister. She’ll be the first to cry when mums gone, a real kodak moment then. 8 years work down the shitter. No wonder I’ve no aspirations.

F*** it may as well kill myself and be done with it all, I’m a wanker no wonder I don’t want to take up the camera again. Sure androids and I-phones do it all for you now. You can take a s*** photograph it crop it edit it and email it to your boss as a f*** you I quit! long before your arse has left the seat.