A gaggle of gurning grandads
Come off it NanKate! 
I've always avoided being seen in Glasgow and never will.
That's why I moved as far away as poss. Melbourne in fact. 
If you must know, my physog reminds me of the Alfred Hitchcock horror film "the Picture of Dorian Grey" when his portrait in the attic was suddenly revealed; typical Hitchcock style.
This would have been before your time, but I was a grown lad then and it still made me jump.
Since then, I've avoided storing portraits of myself anywhere in the house and even The Shed.!
Also stopped preening myself in the mirror and bought an electric razor instead.! 
Now you'll probably cause me to have nightmares tonight. 
Ta-Ra, Good Health and Sweet Dreams if poss. 
Craig and Lindsay Foreman end their hunger strike in prison in Iran.
Things that (sometimes unreasonably) get on your nerves...hopefully lighthearted





