My parents were having a bit of a clear-out last week, when they found this:
I am now exactly twice the age of the innocent, barefaced boy in this photo. Where did it all go wrong? Mind you, the signature hasn't changed much, and I can still fit into that tweed jacket.
Before you ask, I haven't a clue what that thing on my head is. Some sort of hat, I reckon.
(OK, so I lied about the jacket.)