17th October, 2009 - Photogenic

My son is annoyingly photogenic. He has just returned from the playgroup’s photo session, clutching a little bundle of proofs that make him look like the cover boy of “Mother and Perfectly Cherubic Two Year Old Magazine”. He is beaming up from the page, looking the picture of health and happiness. And yet, whenever I have control over him, his face is generally covered in jam, and he has a piece of bacon sticking to his hair.

Me on the other hand? I do not take a good photo. I am six feet tall, wear the same clothes from the same chain stores as everyone else, and I rarely have bacon in my hair, and yet, when I am captured on celluloid, I look like the less-good-looking of the two Modo brothers (Quasi, I think, would have been embarrassed to take me to bell ringing classes).

I am in a bad mood.