We have embarked on an ambitious programme of indexing the Jones photo archives and many treasures have come to light, of which this is my current favourite.
Some reasons I love it:
Firstly, if it were embossed with some cheapening glitter, it could easily be populating the shelves of Paperchase.
Secondly, and most importantly, my lovely dad appears on the right of the frame, with the chin that is now mine, and the ears that he would one day grow into.
Thirdly, let us enjoy the knitwear that celebrates peacetime with appliqued imitation planes divebombing the wearer's sternum.
Finally, the little girl with the bow, who is attempting to liven up what looks like a pretty stiff community party by preparing to snort her cola through a giant straw.