Self-Portrait.

I was planning to do a few street shots of Welsh and Irish rugby fans, but spent the afternoon having a long-overdue rendez-vous with the backs of my eyelids, and didn't fancy leaving the house again. So I went on a hunt around the house in the fading light for inspiration, and found it in this picture, circa 1982.


So here, instead, you have me, age 4. The reason for the suspicious look is because the photographer's assistant was waving his hand in the air telling me to look at the birdie. Only there was no birdie. Fibber.