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What the title says. If you want to know what I look like, there are photos of me here.


A friend of mine, who we all call Blach (Blah). Of the 9 photos I've got of him, 7 have him doing this sort of thing.
Me at Stradbroke Island on a very windy day. I was going to stand at the top of a cliff, but it was abnormally windy and even I'm not that stupid.
Graeme hanging off the railing of a staircase.
Gavin (left) and Sian (right) sitting in a tree. (I don't mean that the way it sounds)
My family's pet dog, Polly. The name was my idea (we got a bird later and called it Spot). Yes, she is blue, but not that blue (I dropped my camera in a creek and all the photos went blue). She was born without a tail (not docked, it's a breed of dog).
Me, taking a photo of myself. It's not upside-down (look in the background).
Me, taking a photo in mid-air. Gavin is the blurry face, and I'm the reflection in the window.
One of my favourite things to do is hang off something a take a photo. This is leaning out from the fifteenth floor of the hotel I stayed in while in Singapore. Someone accidently threw a mango off soon after.
Another one leaning out, this time from the second floor of a building at school, with three people holding my legs so I didn't fall. Sian and Camellia are on the concrete below. 
Yet another, leaning over the side of the ferry on the way to Stradbroke Island.
I wasn't sure if this counted, but it's me jumping over a gap in some rocks. Doesn't look like much but it's actually a 1.5 metre drop onto sharp rocks. My sister, Ruby,  is sitting below and Polly is swimming in front.
And another hanging one. This is part of the same creek shown above. There is a drop of about five metres  into a waterfall here and I was lying on a thirty degree downwards slope. I was sliding slowly forward while I took this, though nothing really shows.
There should be a photo here of me sitting on a two foot wide ledge, twenty-three stories up. There's a good story behind it. It may surprise you that I'm not scared of heights.

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