I was photographed last week by one of the local papers regarding the upcoming 25th anniversary of the Alan Marshall Short Story Award.
I suspected that the angle of the shot, and the laws of gravity, would not be friendly to my face, and I was correct. I now have the urge to run out and get a quickie facelift. Also, the fact has been confirmed again that I have The World’s Ugliest Hands.
Not that I’m vain or anything.
(My mother and sister and now doubled-over laughing)
But in all seriousness it’s a lovely honour and I am lucky to live in an area that is so supportive of the arts and the artistic community.
