Chronic Camera Disorder

I am a bit like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. During the day, I'm a mild mannered, friendly person who enjoys a good laugh and works moderately hard for his degree. However, when I was little someone must have cursed me or something, because when I leave the safety of my house, enter into those most dreaded of places called 'night-clubs' and have a camera positioned right in front of me, I mutate. My jaw refuses to be anything less than fully open. My eyes become wide with madness. My hand rigamortise into stiff thumbs up signs and will not loosen again until the insanity has passed. This will happen without fail anytime I am out and about, a bit drunk and in front of a camera. The usual count of pictures of this nature that appear after an inebriated expedition is about two, but it can be many many more, depending on the nature of the evening and the amount of alcohol consumed.

Who knows why I do this? Perhaps I think it looks sexy. Perhaps someone else has told me it looks sexy and it's a look I should go for (don't put it past some of my friends). Perhaps it is that I desperately want to be just a bit more like the Fonz? Perhaps it came from that same strange place which convinced me buying a beret would be a good idea. It's a mystery, however one thing is for certain, I look like a complete arse when I do and therefore it has to stop. For the sake of my photograph collection and my dignity, this must STOP. Therefore, I ask this of you, if you see me in a club, or anywhere where alcohol is sold/easily available and you have a camera, do me a favour, refuse to take the picture until I have taken that stupid grin off my face and lowered those bloody thumbs up. I know you won't, because c'mon, who doesn't like so see their friend look like a complete nonce? I think what I may have to do is get a restraining order for me and cameras until I can cure this disease. Extreme measures, yes, however I believe that it is best for everyone.

If you would however, like to see a fuller collection of these photos then head to facebook, which seems to have every picture of me looking like I'm out of my mind ever taken. Oh well... at least... no, there is not upside to this.

Let me just leave you by saying in true Fonz Style: "Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

Bobbikk

(By the way, last Wednesday I was twenty. Thank God no-one had a camera...)