I've got one of those already; I call it my photo album, lol!
This should serve as a real wake-up call to Ronnie Wood—I like how the software couldn't really do anything more to him except splash some red on his cheeks and eyes...
But you know what? In all seriousness, the wrinkles were the least of it for me. It's too bad there's no way to photograph the howling void I felt, the desperate isolation. That might scare some folks straight.