Friday, 13 May 2011
If you were to peruse my family album, because you're nosy like that, you wouldn't have to be a gene scientist to work out I was always doomed to have shocking eyesight. Both my parents and all my grandparents wore glasses, so it was inevitable that I would have a similar ability to see long-distance as a fruit bat. What also seems to be hereditary, in addition to being deprived of the chance of going to Top Gun by stupid genetics, is the compulsion to wear ridiculous glasses. Think large, late 80s and pearlised and you're along the right lines. Where I had previously mocked my parents for their choice in specs, my scoffing has been replaced by feelings of jealousy and bitterness that they didn't hang onto them longer.