Well I don't normally do these kind of intimate posts. But today is an exception. This is because I was up in our loft room having a bit of a tidy-up and came across some old photos of me and thought Yippee-Do I can make a quick blog post of this! (Sincerity is my middle name.)
So folks, this will be a deeply revealing pictorial post about me rather than a written one which really is rather lucky for you lot cos normally deeply revealing blog posts from writers involve hideous tales about depression, failed relationships and fifteen-year struggles to publish debut novels after twenty billion rejection letters and amputation below the knee.
Or something like that anyway.
So lets get on with it!
|One of my more flattering shots taken at Halloween around 2006/7. Not many children come|
to visit me anymore. I am so sad about that.
|Evidence that my ability to burn anything started a long, long time ago. This was me on my birthday which fell on a Shrove Tuesday in around 1984.|
|Me and Mr T at a New Year's Party back in the early 2000s. I made the masks which drew favourable comparisons to|
our real selves....
|God I look good. This one was taken in about 2004 when obviously I still looked hot and had pert breasts.|
|I'm on the left in the leopard skin. Pulling faces is second nature to me. Here it was at university|
in a production of The Country Wife in about 1984/5
So there you have it. A deeply revealing post featuring some of my most photogenic shots.