Through The Looking Glass

It occurs to me that, after many years of indulging me and my inane chatter, some of you out there have no idea what I look like. Let me help you fill in some gaps.

An awful lot of people tell me I look like this:



Which is flattering. It happens less now than it used to, which may be attributed to my slowly advancing years. However, as time passes, I suspect that most people don’t actually mean that anymore. They mean this:



Bastards. Personally, I prefer this comparison:



Can you dig it? I knew that you could!

Occasionally, and this has happened more often than you would think, I have been compared to this:



This is usually followed by a brutal beating. And that ends today’s brief foray into Google Image Search Photofit Fun.