My sister, all gothed up. Unfortunately, I overwrote the larger version of this. But I will scan it in again. Honest.
Me & my computer.
Me and my hand, Lemon (my other one is called 'Stupid'. Don't ask why, it's a long story.)[Update: See below, if you're that interested...]
Me just woken up, I think.
Me in a suit, and the reasons why: Iain (left) and Troy (right).
Iain, weilding the Reason Why I Will Wear A Suit And Like It (no, it isn't really real) Actually, in this reduced version, it looks like he could be doing something rather crude here. Oh well.
Al, with his 21st birthday cake and my sword (yes, it is really real, but we didn't use it to cut the cake, so don't worry, we won't get poisoned by the gunge on it).
Jenny, looking despicably cute in my hat, many sizes too large for her.
OK, everyone who has ever looked at this page has asked for The Story of the Hands. Despite the quite clear, unmistakeable warning telling you not to. So, just to keep you all happy, here's the story:
When by little brother Daniel was very little, my mum was driving us in the car. Daniel was crying his eyes out about something, and I was trying to quiet him down. So I did the "handpuppet" thing.
My hands started to chat to eachother, ignoring Daniel.
And with them bouncing happily all over Daniel, and Lemon teasing Stupid a bit about his name, Daniel soon forgot he was crying, so our mum could concentrate better on driving :)
OK, so now you know. Bet you wished you'd never asked now, eh?