Wow. I’m in the middle of writing a post about the whole Ockhams experience, and made the mistake of checking the Ockhams twitter feed to see if there were any photos that might jog my memory of a magical night.
There’s a reason why I don’t like being photographed.
For the record, I hadn’t just been dragged out of a rolled-up carpet, and I am not about to give birth to an elephant. I did say to the photographer that I don’t photograph well. I was hoping to strike a flamenco pose in my glorious red dress, but he told me to just perch on the chair and hold my book in my lap.
Even more tragic, he took a large number of photos of me, and from different angles, so presumably this one was the best of them.
Oh vanity, vanity …