I hate photographs of me, to the extent that I have an official photographer.

I’ve not had one of my best days today, yet for some reason I I decided today would be a good day to take a picture of myself.

The last time I took a picture of myself I liked was about six months before my divorce three years ago.

So colour me surprised when bad day, wine o’clock and impulsive self photography combine to produce one of the best selfies I’ve ever taken.