Further to this morning's namedropping efforts, here's a photograph of a photograph of Germaine Greer avec moi. (Thanks, esp., to Wool Spaniel, who did the original honours a couple of years ago).
In preparation for the above, thunk I, "Now here's a lark! Photos of photos of me being a shameless poser in my misspent youth. Jolly good!" And so:
Me in a dinner suit playing bongo drums on the inner west trainline from Redfern. This was back in the days before commuters had access to the terrorism hotline.
Impersonating a chesspiece.
First stage in the twenty year plan to steal all my mum's scarves.
Wilbur the Wonderdog. Proof that the scarf trend has caught on.