OK I’ve realised I can no longer go round posting pictures of myself online from a decade ago so here’s a warts n all selfie.
Yes finally hairs starting to gray and looks like a cloud has settled on my head (will have to brave the torture of the barber soon; “so where did you go for holiday sir?”, “the mental hospital!”). All the midnight munching has led to a slowly growing second chin but hey at least my bhudda belly is out of shot.
There’s a vague smile, well that’s me being ‘stable’ allegedly. And yes I’m wearing my comfy fleece because yeah you know I really care about fashion.
I may have a lot of problems in my life, especially health wise but I will always bet optimistically truthful about what I am.
So this is real…