When sorrows come, they come not single spies
But in battalions
The battalions have been moving against the crumbling fortress of what I used to regard as a mind-of-modest-substance on a daily basis – everything from the irritating to the infuriating to the genuinely worrying. They’re still encamped under the castle walls, and tomorrow is a day to be worried about. Hence no posts for a while; too much preoccupation with other matters.
But at least I have a scanner that works now, so I thought I’d post some pictures. Of me. They’re hardly edifying, but here goes:
Blow wind; come wrack
At least we’ll die with harness on our back
(I didn’t check these quotations from Hamlet and Macbeth, by the way. Feel free to correct me.)
When I first saw this I hated it. I look soft and silly and simpering, and three S’s in one person is like three strikes and you’re out. I also look like I don’t belong. My two first-cousins-once-removed, however, seem the very model of astute urbanity and clearly dominate the weasel in the background. (Lucy on the left, Jane on the right.) Maybe I was just trying to hide the fact that I hate weddings. Maybe that was it.
This was my naval record shot. I was 17 and already making a good shot at looking simpering. Or was it smug on that occasion? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that the girl I was leaving behind was no big deal, or maybe it was because I hadn't yet realised that they were going to cut my hair a hell of a lot shorter.
A few years earlier, and already demonstrating my abiding love of and respect for animals. Or maybe it was an early sign of inquisitiveness. Maybe I’d never seen an upside down cat and wanted to see what one looked like, or maybe I thought something might drop out of the front end if I shook it. Sadly, I don’t remember.
This is the image of me I will take to the grave. This one I like. This is how I imagine I always looked and still do; only I don’t. If I had a picture of me now, I would disown it and take all the above in preference.
I have no picture of me now, but the following may be taken as a reasonable approximation.
And I did an online quiz to find out which Harry Potter character I am. Hagrid, apparently. Just about perfect, if only I had the hair.