Photographed around 1962.
13: Don’t Forget to Write
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Saturday, 21 March 2009
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In the days when I had hair on top and nearly 10 years before the beard.
ReplyDeleteI wonder why I was holding the biro like that. It was obviously posed 'cos I could never write like that.
ReplyDeleteYou obviously don't see yourself as others see you. That used to be quite a popular hold of yours. Not for writing but while you were reading you would hold a pen that way and then slide it down your second finger into a writing position... Notwithstanding which I suspect the picture was posed.
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