That's me with the straggly black hair of occassional Bellatrix-Lestrange-like proportions. Well, I wish. On second thoughts, it really was when I came back from Reading. And then, I didn't wish. Mind you, Bellatrix Lestrange can eat her heart out in these next photos, which are actually from Reading. I haven't developed the photos from my disposable cameras yet and am kind of dreading the depraved content they'll likely turn out to host, but if any photos are worthy I'll see about (probably ruining your day by) posting them too, on here.
Q: Do I know what was going on? A: No.
Star of these photos is evidently Simba, my trusty waterproof friend (hat), seen elegantly perching on my head in the bottom photo.
