I'm not exactly brilliant at having my picture taken. When we got our wedding photos back all those years ago, the Dr complained I was pulling daft faces. I, um, wasn't. So now I tend to. But I've also been snapped by a few professionals – ones who make you close your eyes tight and scrunch up your face the moment before they snap you, and one nice lady who made me sit in a hedge.
George, though, just asked me about Doctor Who – how do the books work, what did I know about next year, have I visited the set... As I answered he snapped away, and then we looked at what he'd got. All very easy, really. Apparently I've got an animated face with good cheekbones, which is nice to know. And he must be a professional because I don't look like an orang-utan.
Scary, but not an orang-utan.

Me, yesterday morning. Portrait by George Bamford.
3 comments:
Side-lighting makes everyone look scary. Good though.
subeata (n.) - layer of stomach contents; undigested remains of the meal before last.
Scary, not really. Caught in the throes of minor criminal activity but attempting to feign innocence, perhaps.
Intense.
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