"Never mind," says I. "There's always Botox."
"Then I'll have a big fat forehead!" he wailed.
"Don't worry," said I. "You still look like Chris Ecclestone to me."
"Humph!" says he. "I look more like Abe Simpson!"
That picture was taken about ten years ago and illustrates how the frowns and grimaces of yesterday are the deep lines and wrinkles of today. Be warned young fellas. And don't forget to moisturise.