In me gear.. looking a little dashing if I say so myself.
Trying to do a cheeky smile, it's coming out as a strange facial tick.
This is me 'writing'.
This is me remembering I've left the oven on.
Nearly the picture I wanted.
Ah! This is what I was going for. The glasses are not 18th but actually mid 19th, but I think we get away with them. The book is a copy of The Spectator from 1805.
And now, my banner.
I should really be getting on writing the thing. I also have a Rubaiyat review and a bunch of stuff on Christopher Smart.
In the future then.