This is the really depressing page. It's called PHOTOS, and gives a pretty accurate record, not just of the stupid faces we pull, but of the process of disintegration known as "ageing". Once, I was young, lithe and quite nice looking. Now I am a fat old bat. Adèle, of course, being The Grand Dame she is, hasn't changed one iota. I, on the other hand, am virtually unrecognisable as the lissom goddess I was. Blame food, blame drink, blame 28 years of Fascinating Aïda - it's all there in my face. Note - the sopranos all left while they were still young and lovely. Ho hum.