What does one do when one awakes at one twenty-three in the morning and simply can’t sleep?
Does one lie there and hope to drop off?
Does one put some relaxing music on?
Does one do that pile of ironing?
Does one vacuum the rooms (or get the staff to do it anyway, when they can be found)?
Does one toss and turn, and turn and toss, in the hope of finding that magical, COOL, comfortable sleep position?
Or does one do something else?
This one, he does something else.
He grabs his mobilius phonius, switches on the camera, takes a trip to the sauna bathroom (which is usually a lot cooler than anywhere else as it has no windows) and decides to take a warts and all Selfie, there and then. Only, from the back.
Have you ever tried to take a Selfie of yourself from the back, without getting any extraneous fingers and thumbs in the shot whilst also attempting to get some kind of decent picture to capture the moment? It isn’t as easy as it sounds, although I managed this one first time. What can I say?
I blame it on being very tired and very hot.
Not that you can tell from the Selfie. Oh no, that’s an image of coolness, that is. The shine’s just erm… reflection from the… yes.
And I really thought it would have been from the back, but it appears I’m not as much the contortionist I thought I was after all. I shall be sticking to my regular style of Selfies in future. There’s too much face in the ones from the back.
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