Today, I popped by my friend Sarah’s studio to exchange Christmas cards. While I was there, she made me a cup of tea in a Take That mug.
This gave me
ample opportunity to pull my ‘holding a Take That mug’-face.
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| (Twat.) |
I never realised I had a ‘holding a Take That mug’-face until I posed for the
picture - when, all too soon, it became apparent. All it took was a couple of seconds
of being looked at through a viewfinder for my natural, relaxed expression to
be replaced with a gurny, pointy, cuppy-holdy one.
This is often the
case when someone gets out a camera (except for the cup-holding bit). This
leads to me to worry that in years to come, all that will be left of me will be
a string of face-pulling photographs.
It reminds me of
the time I posed for a caricaturist as a kid. For some, inexplicable reason, I decided to pull a face throughout the sitting that I’d never done before or
since.
He picked up that I was doing this and told me to relax. I said I would, then
continued with my unnatural expression.
It was like I'd misunderstood which one of us was supposed to be doing the caricaturing - and was not content with letting
him send up my facial features without exaggerating them a little bit myself. Whatever the reason,
the resulting cartoon looked nothing like me (unless I pulled my special one-off face).
So, should you
want to take a picture, it’s best to take me by surprise. Don’t ask me to
pose for it: unless you want to see me impersonate a Spitting Image puppet of
myself.
(Don't let it be said that I ever over-think.)