so apparently my forehead was too close to the top of the page for those picky people at the passport office.  Hmm, looks like theres space enough for me, but seemingly a few millimetres of ginger barnett could make the difference between a safer United Kingdom and an illiegal immigant frenzy.  

So I had to re-do the pictures. 

Whilst being very blotchy.  

.... Not impressed.

Luckily my face isn't usually massively impacted, so with a D-list celebrity dose of foundation firmly planted on my visage I trekked over to Morrisons to redo said picture.  I look pretty much the same, yet less impressed with life.  Hey ho, I will remember the day the photo got taken fo rthe next 10 years anyway.