Well, welcome back, Mrs Keystone! I was beginning to wonder where you were today.
I'm the ugly brute on the left - Denis will be greatly flattered! He is 68 now, and still swims a mile and a half, three times a week. It's an old pic, from 1985, and we presented 72 non-stop hours of pianolas in and around the Royal Festival Hall. He's a wonderful friend.
I come to the US a fair bit, and since 9/11 I've worried about the beard. But I remember being at Newark Airport in late September 2001, and people could not have been nicer. I wasn't singled out for security, but I put that down to being significantly over 30 (well, late 50s, actually). Walking down the street in L.A. the year after, I did hear someone murmur "Bin Laden", but when I turned round, we all laughed, and my British accent guaranteed a happy conversation.
I got sunstroke on holiday in Italy in 1972, and I couldn't sleep for three nights, let alone shave, so I just grew a beard, and it stayed. No religious or moral significance, just happenstance. Mind you, I do get remembered when I do concerts, and it breaks the ice in a lot of situations, which I like.
Can you make out the printing on Thal's ashtray? I think it's an advertisement for a type of lager. I wonder which!