We have already discussed the difficulties inherent in taking good pictures of bad subjects.
There isn’t really much you can do to get around this problem.
I guess you could try to fix these in Photoshop, if you had the time.
Conversely, I could have combed my hair… and shaved… and had that mole removed… and had the wrinkly bags under my eyes tightened up.
Or my daughter could have just taken pictures of flowers.
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Pouring My Art Out 
You are a delight to behold, Art, and don’t let anyone tell you any different!
awww… shucks
The mole on his left buttock is adorable!
I grant you that
Ah, now there is a mental image for me to treasure…
as well you should…
Don’t worry. I will.
yay
It’ll undoubtedly help with some of your scenes for TB!
Art could be Snetterton the butler!!
I’ve already mentioned that role to Slattery, and he’s quite keen…Art could be an American tourist who just happens to stumble into 10 downing street one morning…
Ah, yes – Slattery is without doubt the man for that job. Art can be an unsuspecting tourist who is lured in with the promise of souvenirs and postcards, but ends up… well, you know.
Ooo yes I like it; once the prime minister has got the taste for power induced debauchery!
Actually I think I am going to make America my sex slave.
Yes, please…
Marvellous. Kindly remove your trousers and leave your dignity at the door, there’s a good chap.
Uh… I left my dignity… and my trousers… back in 1977…
You are the perfect man, Arthur.
I try to be, thanks.
Hey, I don’t remember signing up for any debauchery…
It’s not some kind of voluntary service! The prime minister wishes it!
As an actual Scottish Lord, I believe it falls within my powers to tell that chap to sod the hell off.
Both the actual prime minister and the fictional one to whom we are referring, are female…not chaps…
well, if I call everyone here in America ‘dude’, it only seems fair to continue overseas.
That follows…sod of chap it is!
phew
Also, I am vastly amused by the notion that you might actually think that Americans know who(m) your prime minister is… or that you have one… or what a prime minister is…
But you’re one of the smarter dudes…
Well, I pretend to be.
I don’t know yet… don’t spoil the surprise…
Teehee!
I was actually planning on doing that next time I visit…
You’re in for a treat then!
Unless this is all a trick… ha… bonus points for a Halloween joke!
Oh you’re winning alright…
I stopped keeping score.
I did it… in the library… with the candlestick… HA!
Ho ho – I think you’ll find it was more of a group effort…
well, it was a big candlestick…
Yes. Yes indeed it was. Makes my eyes water just thinking about it.
oh my
My butt hasn’t captured the public awareness like this since… uh… the 70’s?
Wait… we are still talking about my butt, aren’t we?
It’s never not been about your butt!
That is what I suspected… and hoped…