I’ve come across this photo of 4 year old me several times over the last half century and recall, when I was about eight I tried to destroy a physical photo with a biro. Even by eight I was questioning my place in the world but didn’t want anyone to know about the photo. I am, now, rather pleased that the photo survived (and that it is in colour – I have a mono version as well)

The occasion was my aunt’s wedding and it would have been 1970.

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