I’ve recently been looking through some pictures my dad took of me as a child. In one I must be about 5 or 6 years old. I have orange, amazingly curly hair and I’m wearing a t-shirt that just says ‘jogging’. Whether this was an attempt by my parents to change me into the sport-loving fitness freaks that they weren’t, or whether it was a t-shirt bought already dripping in irony, I really don’t know, but it’s turning into one of my favourite pictures of myself.
You’ll have to get an invite to my flat to see it though.