Robert McNamara by Phil Cummings

Robert McNamara

The light reflected from the thick lens of his oval spectacles making his eyeballs invisible, his hair was Brylcreamed up into a weird pile on the top of his head which made it look like a non-Euclidean rhomboid stuffed with prominent teeth protruding from a permanent rectangular grimace; his dry, metallic and monotonous delivery was almost designed to be unbelievable.