I love the jazz hands on this stick man.
For years I was an embarrassment on family holidays by constantly stopping to take photos of whatever it was we were designing at the time: airport signs or payphone user instructions were favourites. So it was nice to get this photo sent to my phone by my son Alex, overcome by a sad genetic urge to snap a sign for the first time. It's only a matter of time before he inherits my baldness too.
