O wad some pow'r the giftie gie us to see oursels as ithers see us.

Some people are immortalized in cement. I have been immortalised in Blog.

Not mine. Yorkshire Pudding’s.

Which explains why I spelled immortalized with an “s”....

Yesterday, Pudding published a post in which he included some of the recently-made-public paintings by George W. Bush. Pudding doesn’t like them. Or him. He said the former president “is as good at art as he was at leading America.” You can read the whole thing here and also see W’s portraits of Vladimir Putin and Angela Merkel.

Being my lovable self, I left this comment: “Your subjects eagerly await your own art exhibition, sire (Translation: Put up or shut up.)”

Lord Pudding responded with this drawing, which was obviously based on the 2010 photo of me over there to the right in my sidebar.

I think I look a bit too grim in Pudding’s drawing. He got the lips a little too thin and clenched a little too tight. And it’s my moustache, not my mouth, that turns down. I have challenged him to come up with a happier version of moi.

But to tell the truth, I am highly flattered.

Thank you, Yorkshire Pudding!

You are a gentleman and a scholar.

Even a bit of an artist.

Of course, you’re no George W. Bush.