My second cousin Corky. This was the last photo taken of his "special" hair before he got it cut off because he was going to attend theological college in Switzerland. However, he never even got as far as Basel. While trekking in Bhutan en route to Europe he befriended the coach of Transport United in the Bhutan A-Division and ended up securing a job as the team masseur. Corky's other claim to fame is that he had a species of butterfly named after him by a school friend after Corky bailed him out of jail following his arrest in the King's Cross red-light district under mysterious circumstances.
A raging Bruxist, I grew up on an ostrich farm until I was mistaken for a woman one time too many. Leaving my angsty post-teen life as one of three only children, I flew to Stockholm where I unexpectedly won the Man Booker Prize for lengthy blogging about being short. I'm perplexed to report that I like painting tiny Romans.