Who him?

I should have been visiting the Inn today, but it was raining and I went to Tesco instead. I found some old photos of myself this morning, and thought, hey, I was quite good looking. Of course my mother used to tell me this all the time, but I always felt she was biased. Top row, me aged 20 and 22; bottom row, me aged 23. Note: due to the great Punk War of 1977, I drastically changed my look. (That was a great haircut.) I took passport photos of myself for many years. For some reason, I found these machines very tempting.