I rather like this photo of myself, taken after my round of the Funniest Person in Austin contest and currently posted on the www.capcity.com website. I seem to have finally reached an age where I?m happy with the way I look - at least in photos. Hair that does what I want, glasses that I like wearing and a smile I?m not embarrassed by. The smile is probably the most important to me, because it?s taken the longest. While there’s certainly some truth to the whole brits with bad-teeth stereotype - especially when compared to Americans - it?s not fair to say we don?t care. I hated my stained teeth. According to my mum, I was so sick as a baby that my tooth enamel didn?t form properly. The result was yellow staining, or discoloration as it would now politely be termed, on my front teeth. My parents apparently thought it unecessary to try to correct the problem, just as with my sticky out right ear. Pinning back the ear, whitening the teeth, good lord no, totally unthinkable. Such vanity.

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