I love pulling faces. I have quite a rubbery one and I seem capable of contorting it into all sorts of amusing and embarrassing shapes.
I’m also nearly 38 years old. That’s not far off the big four oh. That’s middle-age land isn’t it? Isn’t it about time that I forsook arsing about started acting my age?
Well, sod that. If I’m going to grow old then I’m going to do it disgracefully, kicking and screaming all the way – while crossing my eyes and sticking my tongue out. I’m actually a rather sensible fellow but I do like to mess about. I love to play. Life is fun and I’m going to enjoy it.
I shall continue pulling stupid faces until I’m unable to do so, or until one sticks and I have no choice but to keep it.
Sorry mum and dad!