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(This Page was last revised: September 28, 2001)
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Well, I guess you're here because you wanted to see what I look like. Well, this is it! On your left, we have my serious face, deep in thought (or possibly asleep, I can never tell the difference!) Beside that you have my wild, intense look; perhaps crazed is a word that springs to mind? Finally, way over there on the right you have my new look, my bullet-head look! It's amazing what you can do with a set of hair clippers and a No.2 comb! Amazing, and somehow deeply frightening...
On the other hand, if you are looking for my other photo gallery -- the one with photos which are, in general, improved by my being behind the camera rather than in front of it -- then step this way.
Me, trying to keep my balance.
This is a photo of me, deep in thought and serious of features. Er, actually, I could be wrong there. It was a photo of me being deep and serious before I cut most of my hair off and put this photo up to replace it! Now it is a photo of me being very relaxed and laid-back! Of course, it's much easier to take this sort of photo when you have a remote control gadget for your camera: if I'd tried to hit the button, race back to my seat, and get my feet up on the desk, all in the ten seconds that the timer gives you, I'd probably have ended up on the floor instead! Also, anyone who really knows me - or even anyone who remembers what the last photograph looked like - will probably notice that I went to the great effort of tidying my computer corner before taking this photo...
My parents.
No family gallery could be called complete without a picture of Mum and Dad - so here they are! Dad (aka Dick Jones) is from Birmingham, England. Mum (aka Hazel Jones nee Cox) is from Bournemouth. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here. What more can I say?
My sister, Yvonne.
This is my sister, Yvonne. At the moment she is living and working in Darwin, running her Cyclone Snax lunch truck
. So come on, all you businesses in Darwin; ring Vonni of Cyclone Snax, and let her deliver your lunches... [Who says advertising doesn't pay? :-)] On a technical note, for some reason this photo seems more washed out
than the others on this page. Perhaps I'm tired, but it doesn't seem to want to respond to my tender processing touch as well as did the others... Oh well, sorry Sis!
Oh, and y'all can thank Dawn for her gentle prompting which led me to add this photo to this page; if she hadn't done so, I may never have gotten around to it. Thanks, Dawn.
Mum 'n Dad 'n Me
Way back in the distant past, when I was living away from home in a little flat in Woolloowin, I looked somewhat like this! This was, of course, before I started work. Unemployed (possibly even still a Uni student) and cooking for myself. Compare that with the way I look now that I'm working and living at home once more, and you can tell I like Mum's home cooking - perhaps more than I should...
Hmmm... What can I say?
We have a full-size framed blow-up of this photograph, but since I didn't fancy trying to scan that, I had to make do with one of the passport-sized proofs. Since they're "matte" photos, this was about the best I could do, and I converted it to greyscale to hide the yellowish tinge that I couldn't otherwise get rid of... [Not to mention the rather perplexing fact that Yvonne's dress is pale blue, and my shirt is pink!] Anyway, it was Mum's idea that I put this photo on my web site, and who am I to argue? This piccie, incidentally, is from 1974.
And yes, I do have baby photos of me; and no, you're not seeing them!
The lost photos...
I probably have some other photos of the rest of my family that are worth putting up here for the world to see, but I have no idea where they might be. When they finally surface, they'll appear here - until then, you'll just have to use your imagination!
The obligatory furry pet photos.
This is the cat! Her name is Tiger (we were on a roll that day!) but we call her by a variety of names - Cat, Pinhead (because she does have such a small head compared to some of the other cats in the neighbourhood), Furry Knickers or Fish Face (by Mum!) and just about anything else that comes to mind at the time. It doesn't matter what we call her, because in true feline form she ignores us completely! Ordinarily she would never look at you eye to eye - in this photo she must have been curious about the camera! She was abandoned on our doorstep as a kitten, and she adopted us. That was way back in 1985 though, so she's getting a wee bit elderly now.
| Elderly she may be, but the dignity she's displaying here as she sits most regally beneath a convenient brolly can still be replaced in a blink of an eye by a playful leap. This photo is one of several which exist of Tiger -- what is it about cats that makes the old shutter-finger itch? -- but this is probably the most recent... Strictly speaking she's not my cat anymore -- but close enough! |
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The other furry pet photos.
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Finally, the dog. Only a puppy, she appeared one morning in my laundry, having squeezed herself through the tiny cat-flap in my back door in the middle of the night. Trembling and terrified, she was one more of life's strays, and although I did my best to locate her owner, nobody wanted to claim her. Based on the way she was acting I was almost certain she had been abandoned; a couple of weeks of patience and TLC brought her out of her self-imposed shell -- although it seemed nothing could break her of the habit of peeing on the hall carpet.
Eventually I made the difficult choice to give her to somebody I had met while searching for her rightful owner; somebody with plenty of land for her to run around in, and with other dogs to keep her company. Did I do the right thing? By her? By myself? I think so. I hope so. If I had felt more able to look after her properly, she'd probably still be here...