Its lovely knowing artists. I mean, great artists. Painter-types, of the Caravaggio-is-a-god-old Masters-rawk school of art. James Huctwith is such a painter. He also photographs, (go figure) and has kindly provided the masses with this more up to date photograph of me, which is one of the few taken of me by anybody that I didn't immediately retch at the sight of. Dear James; he's almost made me look cute!
Bless his dear wee stone architectonic heart.
Mwah!
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