In the 80s my hair was bigger than hers—and here she is giving me a certificate saying so:
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What does it say? Bow Tie wearer of the year?
Now, *that’s* funny.
Nice to be pictured with heroes – certainly mine.
Was she awarding you in her capacity as Prime Minister or successful chemist?
[…] My teenage years were slightly different. I have always been fashionable like Jeremy Clarkson is fashionable. As an undergraduate I remember coming back on the coach from a rag trip to London and answering the mass Morrissey/Marr singalong with my solo rendition of Don Henley’s inspired Motown pastiche Not Enough Love In The World. About a quarter of the students at my college were in possession of a Smiths album and at least one piece of Soviet Communist iconography. In the past I have believed in a bearded man in the sky who could forgive me all my sins, but I am not and never have even any kind of Communist. Studying alongside these sophs removed any remaining temptation. I arrived at university sporting a (by then seriously out-of-date) afro and a bow-tie. Gosh[Click to enlarge.] […]