I confess, I took 30 minutes off to have a look at myself in the Taylor-Wessing photo portrait show at the National Portrait Gallery last week. It was total self indulgence (or self-flagellation, depending on how you look at it).
The fact is that a year or so ago (after AA Gill had said I looked like the back end of a bus, and should be kept off tv, apart from "the undateables"), the excellent photographer Adrian Peacock asked if he could come and take some photos of me. I was inevitably torn. OK a nice guy and a great photographer, but wasn't this just another way of self promoting/ self humiliating? So I said rather sternly. Well, OK, yes -- but you've got just 30 minutes.
I didnt think much more about it.We had a fun time doing the pics... but, to be honest, it wasn't until he told me that the pic was in the shortlist for the Taylor Wessing prize that I thought much more about it. (If you want to explore the family, his partner's novel is about bees.)