For whatever reason I can’t get this extremely mad song out of my head at the moment. For those that don’t know it, it features on the sublime Dr and the Medics album, Laughing at the Pieces.

It may stem from a request from Robin Reid a couple of days ago to see my toes (but I suspect he had something more sexy in mind than this photo) but I’ve just felt a burning need to do this shot for a few days, despite it being a hugely unflattering image. I see women’s feet in general as looking much better in stockings and kittens but of course you all know my weakness for kittens very well by now. I’ve documented it on many an occasion before.

I left the nail varnish exactly as was….chipped. To me it was more appropriate given the overall impression I wanted to make. If you really would like to see perfect toenails you’ll have go back to last year for those.

I have a birthmark on my right big toe that’s very red and roughly the shape of Scotland although you can’t see the shape well from this angle. I haven’t declared it on my passport though. I couldn’t bear the thought of a jumped-up customs official at an airport asking me to show my birthmark to prove my identity. I wonder if any one ever does declare those little lumps and bumps that distinguish us from our fellow men and women? Can you imagine it? My little sister (and I swear this is true) has a birthmark on her forehead but you can’t see it most of the time, only when she’s VERY angry and then she has a purple V sign on her forehead. If anyone had told me that story about anyone else I wouldn’t have believed it, I’d have thought it was a joke but no, it’s absolutely true. Can you picture her having declared that on her passport and being asked to prove it at an airport? They’d have to shout at her and really find a way to get her going to get it to come up….the very thought fills me with chuckles.

Anyway, regardless of whether or not you can be loved if you don’t have shoes, I doubt if I ever wear shoes in the house or, for the most part in the garden although clearly if I’m doing physical work in the garden then I have to succumb to putting on my boots. As soon as I come home I take them off and I don’t put them back on until I go out again. It’s a sort of gesture of liberty and it’s also out of sheer comfort.

The PBASE men seem to be generally quite self-deprecating and some of the self-portraits that have appeared over the last few weeks have demonstrated that nicely.

In the main the PotD women seem to post only ‘glamorous’ shots of themselves, the only exceptions I can think of are Jeanne’s PJ shot, Angela's completely mad shoes on sofa shot and Jill’s Seven Deadly Sins shot, there may be one or two others but they’re the only ones I can think of. I’ve posted a couple of shots of myself that are a bit too posed for my liking and that’s not how I live my life at all. If anything I’m just the opposite so I thought I should redress the balance by posting a view of me that’s not at all glamorous or sexy. So here is me, in the raw and as I am.