That's me in the cheesy costume. This was after me and my mates somehow went to the Louvre, Paris after the Normandy landing in D-day. Now we know what happened to those missing victorian and edwardian era paintings. Seems like they weren't ravaged by the blitzkrieg after all. Don't ask me why I am posing like that. It seems like I had a momentary bout of narcissism. After all, anybody wise enough to parade around in a superman costume during the second world war ought to get their picture taken, because superman is supposedly bulletproof & super; which makes the krauts want to shoot him even more. Like Hitler, who survived 42 assassination attempts.

Oomph here I am again! (It's not my fault for having a kevlar vest on okay)

Wow I look so FIERCE. Whatever that means. This was actually me, supposed to look like Sir Eisenhower. Wardrobe malfunction explains it. Oh well. This was actually after the failure of Operation Market Garden. Thats why the men here look slightly depressed. Also, I guess my costume lowered their morale. Also, one of my men has a real perky butt. Anybody realised? No? Darn.

Around 20 years after that happening, I was present for the release of The Beatles' album, Please Please Me. But I'm not present in the photo though. I know, so sad right? :( Okay here's the picture.
Aww the beatles did please please me well.

Alright, that's all for now. I sense waves of nostalgia!