I was born with a cleft lip. This was in the 1960s but, judging the results even today of the plastic surgeon who reassembled my face, it’s obvious I had excellent help – with scarring on the cupids bow on my lip and on the philtral column between the nose and lip barely visible. I was fortunate to escape a cleft palate, but only just, with my party trick being able to fit a medium sized egg into my mouth and close my jaws without breaking it. Yes, I was a weird child growing up. Of course, being punched in…

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