Ahhh, vanity thy name is author... I'm sorry, but since we had to endure these, we just had to make you look at them as well.
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Wait, um... then go left where?
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The classy way to have a split personality
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The other way to do it according to The Clone and I
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Utterly brilliant...
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... and ditto.
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I'm strangely reminded of the Frankie Goes to Hollywood video for "Relax" that didn't get much airplay. I wonder why?
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You have to wonder what she was possibly thinking when she approved this photo.
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This is from the 1981 photographic book Rude Food which passed as saucy tittilation in the 80s apparently, but now just seems a little creepy... We have considered putting it into the Bizarre Books catalogue but honestly I don't think any of us need to be forced to endure that!
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Nice.
Which one is the esteemed Mr Watson though?
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My mum likes roses too, but I think this chap needs to get out more with his own species... Or maybe he just saw an aphid?
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It's not the hair, moustache or plume of smoke from his delicately held fag , it's the carefully arranged combination of all three.
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Dude? What's with the phone?
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Not for the faint-hearted.
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Now I know you're thinking 'this nice looking gentleman is here because he's wearing a beret' but actually it's because that beret is really his hair.
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OK, so I can see the marketing ploy here...
Just as the 27 people who actually bought copies of Paris Hilton's CD were really horny young men with stick insect fantasies who wanted the free pin-up poster, this author photo is meant to increase sales...
Except that the book is trashy beach 'chick-lit' for want of a better description so the intended market doesn't really include a lot of randy young males. Randy young lesbians? With poor literary taste?
Maybe she simply doesn't know how to take a photo with her clothes still on.
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Now that's a mullet fit for a king!
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How brilliantly off the wall. Who thought this up? And where can I get a hat like that?
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Mr G, kids writer extraordinaire and thankfully not actually road kill.
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This guy clearly spends all his money on guitars and not food. Or haircuts.
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