Lines, lines and more lines – Day eleven
OK as I’ve mentioned before my hands are one of my nastiest features. Well I’m going to be like a Mexican wrestler and not reveal my true identity but I need some reference photos to pin up and hopefully show the full impact of all my work in before and after shots some day.
My hands are the worse and believe me there are much worse pictures than these, I just didn’t want to look toooo ancient in revealing one bit of me and everyone (well all two of you) think I was ninety three or something. My hands are my Dorian Grey painting as I mentioned earlier and will probably do many times again. I’m very youthful for my age, caught in the right light and squinting it can knock days off my real age. Actually to be honest I was in a Manchester club the other week after a wedding in a post marital bash with lots of younger people, at one point in the night a young man said that everyone at a table had guessed my age at 38 (don’t people have better things to do with their time 🙂 ) anyway as the astute readers out there (all one of you now) will have noticed I’m eleven years older than that. I actually told them this and as usual their attitude to me changed instantly – I tried to back-pedal and tell them that yes they’d nailed it at 38 but by that time they were no longer interested in talking to gramps. Sniff.
Anyway some hand pictures for later comparison – do remember that these are my nastiest bits but there are nastier pictures.
Also while I’m on the subject I thought it might be a good idea to thrown in a few pictures of my crinkled ruddy cheeks too. Ruddy things are getting me down, so again I’ll take them on and see what can be done.