Tango. Oscar. November. India.

Green peas, aquired.


I have to say... it is amusing, watching my licence photos get gradually more horrendous. And it must be terribly boring, being an RTA supervisor. I swear, I must have only briefly sucked my lips in for the barest of seconds in response to the awkwardness of the situation, in between a good minute of fully acceptable teeth-baring. I can imagine E. Merry with her finger on the photo trigger, waiting with weary amusement for that perfect, candid moment - moments we just don't want to see on anything remotely legal.

Conversely, though, my frozen features are perfect for a moustache - is it very illegal to deface driver's licences?