Day Fifty Five - Timothy Spall

I used to be good with names. Not of people I knew, but of people I don't know, like Timothy Spall. Or Clint Eastwood. Or a truck load of other film stars.

Like I said, I used to be good with names. Not now. The modern ones I've not a clue what they're called, and the older ones I've forgotten.

Except Timothy Spall. He has a very distinctive face.

At least, he had a very distinctive face. Then as the Cyclops indicated, he lost a sh#t tonne of weight. And to be honest, he looks like someone let all the air out of him like a giant balloon and now just has loads and loads of overlapping folds of skin.

This is the fate I have to look forward to.