Brand spanking new on the worldwise interwebulator: this charming picture of moi looking uncannily like John McCririck, the emetically unprepossessing racing commentator and sometime confidante of Prof Germaine Greer. That black shirt obviously isn't quite as flattering as I always thought it was. Or: it's precisely as flattering as I always thought it was, and the circumstances of my physical being are, in reality, vastly worse.
(More soon, d.v., on the event at which the photo was taken.)
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