I am on a deadline.
I have a speed awareness course in just over an hour. If I’m late I’m not allowed to do it and I get three points on my license because I was doing 39 miles per hour in a 30 limit. I won’t get my £95 course fee back either. My sister will be cross because she got caught speeding too and we’re going together.
I have a post all written but this – well, it’s too good not to share.
On Christmas Day I published a post entitled A ShortAntidote to Christmas Cheer. It was the perfect way to dispel the sachcarine sweet Christmassy joy: it was a gentleman scowling at a camera.
You can find him here. I should read this before you read on.
He was supposed to be a tourist attraction and I chortled inwardly because tourist attractions are not meant to scowl at cameras.
Last night a comment appeared in my comments box.
The beefeater had found his picture: and to my HUGE relief he has no plans to clap me in the tower for being saucy.
He is none other than Mark Anderson. He is a former Penzance man with tours in Bosnia and Northern Ireland under his belt. For a happy Mark have a look here at the snappily titled Mark’s joy at being a beefeater From ThisisCornwall.com.
But he has proved he has a sense of humour.
“Dear Kate,” he writes, “I stumbled over this photo and was in hysterics.
“I have a great sympathy for this fine looking chap and I intend to use the photo if I may as my Facebook photo – because it is I. I am the guilty beefeater.
“The Expression I wore is one of resigned desperation mixed with the boredom and after effects of the night before. However, I would like to point out that usually I am a cheerful chap with a sunny disposition (some have compared me to the Easter Bunny on Prozac)”
So there it is. Not only is this true gentleman of the tower a self professed cheerful chap, but he came up with a killer gag to prove it. You have your proof.
Yes, Mr Anderson: please feel free to use the photo. Your good will is much appreciated.