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My daughter knows me so well.

Last week, I was out with my daughter and some friends and my daughter decided to draw everyone's picture and give it to them as a present.

Most of them were really, really good. 

This was mine:


I can't decide whether this is how she sees me and she thinks I should confess that I have messed a lot of things up, or whether she simply messed the drawing up.

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I've been fortunate enough to have had a column published on gizmodo.co.uk.

It can be found here:

http://m.gizmodo.co.uk/2013/04/the-idiosyncrasies-and-character-flaws-flying-brings-out-in-me/

Many thanks to Kat Hannaford for throwing it on the front page.