or you don't, in fact, purchase a copy of the North Queensland Register every week, I went and scrummaged through the newspaper pile and tore out this clipping to share with you.
Its the closest to paparazzi and fame as one gets in the north ;-) well, ones five seconds of fame as the paper is flicked through I guess.
One wouldn't think it now, but it was cold that morning out there (hence the jumper) with strong gustily southerlies, which fanned the fire that we (using the term loosely of course) fought in the days after returning from Cloncurry.
I leave you now, as I ponder on ways one might pose more flatteringly to have ones photograph taken whilst perched on the edge of a grid. Perhaps next time I might hide myself inside a trough and pose most winsomely with head and arms along the edge (and thus keeping problem areas well and truly out of sight).
I shall consider.