Embarrassment.

I'm a little embarrassed by my photo today. I don't like it, it's pish, but I have nothing else to offer.
Every time I get the feeling of embarrassment, my mind immediately flashes back to 1974 and my eating of a raw Wall's pork sausage at a Quaker barbecue. I can tell you there is nothing more distressing than standing in your trunks with a half-eaten raw sausage speared on a stick and 20 Quakers pointing at you and laughing....


....wankers.