This is a picture of me painted by my brother in 1972. It hangs in my hallway and the other day Roger asked me to take a photograph of it because he wanted to use it on his Blog (Roger Burnett's Sculpture Studio). It is not a very good photograph of what is a very good painting (Yes, I did look like that in 1972) and the poor quality of the photograph is down to a combination of me and reflections from the glass which covers the original watercolour. There have been one or two changes in the last 39 years : the beard, for example, went a year after the picture was painted as a condition for the GLW agreeing to marry me.
But the interesting point is the name given to the painting - Ali.Names are odd things aren't they? Whilst most of you know me as Alan, most of my family know me by the name of Ali. Where this name came from I am not quite sure, I suspect it is a shortened form of Aloisius, which, I must point out, is not my name either. Many years ago my father and brother started calling me Aloisius for reasons best known to themselves and that eventually got shortened to Ali. I have always made an effort to avoid the same thing happening to my own son by calling him by a different name each month (it is Percival this month). If I ever forget his name for the month I always use the default name of "Thingy", and this practice often cause consternation amongst his friends. His name for me varies little : it is usually revolves around the phrase "you old fool". For us it is a genuine term of endearment. Odd things names, aren't they.