Every day is an enormous struggle resisting the temptation of Wordpress. I shall not be tempted. My own little blog will do me. I do not need sleek, shiny surfaces, like Eddie does in Absolutely Fabulous, neatly tucking the cigarette packet into Patsy's indignantly folded arms. This blog is a bit like Patsy. Wordpress is a bit like Eddie's minimalistic friend. All I need now is to fashion a Patsy-esque blonde, hairsprayed quiff using html code, and we're sorted.

Once again, I go to the rescue of my father's sanity. He must somehow be convinced that my brother's tendancy to apply eyeliner is merely a sign of his wish to be conformist (and "emo", with it.) The hair flopping into the eyes is also a constant source of worry for my father:

"Your hair...DO something about it. You can't SEE anything!! Look at me...I can't see your EYES...please, have it cut, it's infecting your EYES. It's unhygenic and LOOK AT ME YOUR EYES WHERE HAVE THEY GONE THEY HAVE DISAPPEARED..."

My brother obstinately smooths his hair down further into his eyes, and peers through the thick fringe, like a mole resisting being dragged from the darkness.