Me? The 3rd duke of Wimbourne? in a convent?

Around liverpool someone has put up a few different versions of these weird graffiti/ victorian decoupage scenes.

I like this one purely because of the glance looking heavenwards combined with the indignity of a rakish moustache.

It was even enough to bring a grin to my face at 7am...
unfortunately it wasnt enough to bring a grin to the face of the young lady who beeped her horn to get me to move as i knelt in the alley to take this shot... lighten up you grumpy sunbed abusing bint.