No Professionals

I was walking down the street the other day and a professional photographer stopped me. He asked me if I had a portfolio. I said no, all I have is this lil' ole photo of myself.

He was really interested in using me in a studio sitting but after seeing my picture he told me "sorry but I can't use professionals", to which I replied "I am not a professional". The guy said "you're not a professional? Well you should be". He then demanded to see my Ford Modelling contract. Again I had to repeat "I am not a professional", he just wouldn't leave me alone so I jumped up and smacked him one. He wandered off muttering "Damn prima donna models".

I have lots of new words..... doctor, one more, penguin, outside, Darla and coko (older folk may choose to ignore what I am referring to here).

I think that dad is the greatest person on earth. He is a paragon of virtue and the type of man that we should all look up to. Mum is okay but Dad really is the greatest. Why you may ask..... well he just is!!

I am going to be seeing Nana Robby & Pop Art this weekend. They are really old.

Newest news on my baby brother front...... I have tried my best to convince the old folk that he is not really needed but they aren't listening. Mum is trying to tell me that once a baby starts cooking then you can't undo it. Sounds like a little bit of hand on dicky if you ask me.

Jude