We're going to launch one of these threads a month. And down the months and years, we'll build up not only a mugshot parade of the Whitechapel crew -- but also, for those who choose to participate monthly, there'll be a record of how we all change and grow (and in my case age horribly).
So. Take a photo of yourself and post it (if you're not sure how -- you put a photo on the web somewhere, a free hosting site like Flickr or Photobucket or your LJ gallery if you use LJ -- Blogger image hosting won't work -- and click the "img" button above to put the address of the image in, the http://) here.
Got a haircut. Bought a suit. I was supposed to be going to a fancy university ball thing, but learning how to pilot the metal box on wheels took precedence.
Sunday morning, 16 miles surrounded by reality. You'd never guess I was born in (what is now) a parking lot in Leamington Spa (Warwickshire), would you?
I don't photograph well, despite what Vanessa says. This is the only picture of me in recent memory where I don't look either retarded or like Rubber Johnny from that hideous Chris Cunningham video. Or the Baron Harkonnen.
Dyed my hair today. It's my little way of exerting control over the universe. I look different and so I am justifying posting a less crappy picture than my earlier one.