Angels With Dirty Faces

And now I've got the Sham 69 song in me head where it hasn't been for such a long time.

Got a phone call asking for a photograph of me today. German job applications need photographs. I'm not keen on having my photograph taken mainly because I think I look like a disturbed potato. And my hair always looks like it would rather be somewhere else. Still, we managed a black and white effort that looked a bit like me (this is a lot better than my passport photo, that looks really frightening -whenever I fly I expect to get locked in a cage and put in the hold).

Off to school for another fascinating 3 hours of fun now. Well something like that.