cheesin for the cheesecake

I have five stock smiles I choose from when cheesing for a photo. The Euro says I should throw the stock away. Go natural. But the truth is, my eyes are a bit boggly and it takes very little for me to look certifiably insane.

Case in point – my genuine, unfeigned delight as I prepare to tuck into a piece of cheesecake the size of my head. (You may remember, I have a superbly large head.)

I look like someone straight off the ferry from Shutter Island.