I’m not quite sure why, but whenever Georgia draws a picture of me, she tends to draw me as a tramp. Secretly, of course, I’m rather flattered by this, as it shows me as a carefree, bohemian spirit, untramell’d by the confines of my job in the City and the everyday pressures of being a father of two.
The bandana and cigarette perhaps give more the impression of a cross between an outlaw and a Steinbeck bum – either of which I can live with. It also reminds me rather of Snufkin, Moomintroll’s best friend, who goes south every winter and returns in the spring.
He is the son of the Mymble and the Joxter, and is half-brother to the Mymble’s daughter and Little My [who is on occasion a dead ringer for La Belle Femme]. Snufkin is an adventurer and a vagabond, admired by those who are small and shy. Snufkin wears old green clothes and a wide brimmed hat he’s had since birth. He lives in a tent, smokes a pipe, and plays the harmonica. Snufkin also has a great dislike for The Park Keeper, and the many regulation signs and fences he puts up. At one point he sabotages The Park Keeper by planting Hattifatteners in his garden, causing them to grow and drive him out. In this way Snufkin shows himself to be somewhat of an environmental activist, preferring freely-growing foliage to fenced-in lawns. Snufkin also shows a philosophy akin to that of a Buddhist monk: keeping as few worldly possessions as possible, seeing them as a burden, and being happier keeping the memory of a thing than the thing itself. (courtesy of the Wikipedia)