Me and my twin sister, Sue, on a Sunday drive, Manawatū, 1950. Before I fell into an empty swimming pool and needed glasses.

Cartoon exhibition, Wellington, 1979. Back row: Nevile Lodge, Evening Post; Eric Heath, the Dominion; Burton Silver of Bogor fame; me in the glory days of my ‘afro’; Bob Jones, who I would soon resemble; and Bob Brockie, National Business Review, one of my early heroes since his Cappicade days. Disappointingly his hair remains thick and luxuriant to this day.

A hand-drawn, hand-painted animation cell from The Dog’s Tale, the Footrot Flats movie. Washing the Dog and Horse out to sea, I was able to bring my recurring childhood nightmare to the big screen.

My tense fortieth birthday at Emerald Glen. Noam Pitlik pretending to be shocked, me pretending to be sober, and Helen wryly amused.

With my daughter, Rosie, and son Sam, Kotinga Street, 1989. To curious people under the age of thirty: I am holding something called an atlas and I am showing them maps that don’t come with a voice.

Trapped in peak commuter rush hour, en route to Lublin, Poland, 1990.

Me and Barry Soper, Prague Castle, 1990.

On the hill trail above Khumjung, with the Everest massif in the background, Nepal, April 1991.

Averil and me, Kotinga Street, 1993.

George Lowe and Ed Hillary at Lukla, en route to Khumjung for the 40th anniversary of the conquest of Everest, Nepal, 1993.

Presenting two of my cartoons to Nelson Mandela at the 125th Anniversary Dinner of the Press Gallery, Wellington, 1995.

Will and Shaun, the whānau bookends, at Kotinga Street, 1995 or thereabouts.

John Carlaw, Mike Single, Ed Hillary and me at the South Pole, filming View from the Top, January 1997.

Averil, me, Ed Hillary, June Mulgrew, Maharaja of Benares, John Carlaw, Mike Single and Haresh Bhana, Varanasi, India, February 1997.

Me and John Clarke, celebrating the successful season of The Daylight Atheist at the Melbourne Theatre Company, 2004.

I was overwhelmed when I first saw this poster. It’s a shame the production didn’t live up to the billing, sigh …