My new driving licence arrived this morning. Aquatom1968 now looks like a criminal mastermind of the underworld. Luckily, I only have to carry the thing around with me for the next ten years, when it can be cut in two, as my old, and very faithful, previous one was last weekend. And extremely unceremoniously it was cut too.
What is it with ‘official’ photos that make us look so… sinister?
The fact that there is some kind of emblem ‘embossed’ over the photo doesn’t help. It has made my right eye look very beady, and my left eye looks half-closed, as the top of the embossed image (a steering wheel, I think) goes right through my eye.
My hair looks terrible. Even more terrible than it usually does, but not as terrible as the severe flick I sported around Sainsbury’s that time. I suppose the camera has caught me in a natural light, but do I really need a constant reminder that that is how I look every time I open my wallet?
The camera has also piled the pounds on me, and inserted half a dozen extra chins too. I’m surprised that they didn’t take my weight and add that to the bottom of the licence when they printed it, just to turn the knife a little more.
And the photo has a sepia tint to it. I look like an overweight beady-eyed criminal mastermind of the underworld from about a hundred and fifty years ago. And yes, I look 150 years old too.
When I open my wallet, I look nothing like the photo anyway. I like opening my wallet, so have a happy expression. I don’t like having my photo taken in one of those booths, and have a glum expression. However, they did state on the form that I wasn’t allowed to smile, they certainly got what they wanted there…
Still, the photo made me laugh. Laughter is the best medicine, when all said and done. I’ll look at the photo the next time I have a cold.
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