Because of all the confusion about the last post I put up (and took down) which showed the writer Jeffrey Bernard in two stages of life (which everyone thought was me...) I thought I would put this one up, which is a rare photo of me aged about 30, sitting in a cafe bar in suitably dim lighting. Much more suitable.
This simple task has taken me about a fucking hour, because the computer's scanner system doesn't recognise the old scanner, but I had to carry on, having started. Streuth.
You can have the 'after' courtesy of The Tweed Pig - maybe.