Normally I would refuse to confirm or deny any accusations I masqueraded around Hyde Park in a bright pink wig during this past Sunday's Flying Pig Marathon.
I say normally only because Yours Truly was snapped in action by one of the fine photographers working for the local weekly newspaper.
So there it is, in black and white and hypercolor pink.
Lenna Lou and I had a great time working as Hyde Park Square's unofficial cheering section (along with two new friends, we were by far the loudest spectators in the otherwise refined and dignified Hyde Park).
LL and our new friends all say they're gonna wear wigs with me and turn our rah-rah-rah into an annual tradition.
The wigs: I'll believe it when I see it.
At least I managed to pimp my non-profit employer's new branding message.