Self portrait – December 2011. This is a quick and dirty post. I’m not sure if it is a one off or a new theme – in which I plaster my ugly mug up on the blog, cataloguing a year through my face. Some might argue that the image won’t change – that the same lacklustre expression will be in evidence throughout the year. Maybe it won’t. Maybe you’ll see a stark contrast between how I look today, and how I’ll look in 12 months. Let’s see. Today’s image is a reminder that I shouldn’t even bother trying to make promises. Saturday morning I woke up, worse for wear, desperately trying to convince Amy that this Christmas will be different. That I won’t drink to