Forgive me for saying, but I believe this to be one of the finest pictures of me ever taken, and I despise having my picture snapped. Front room at the Spaniard's Inn (est. 1585), my favorite alehouse anywhere, just gazing out the window at nearby Hampstead Heath. Keats himself frequented this pub almost two centuries ago, maybe sat in this very room. I think his ghost lingers there to this day ...