Hoist with my own petard

Yesterday afternoon I was sifting through old photographs at the request of my son and his fiancée.  They were after pictures of our various dogs through the ages for what seemed to them a perfectly sound reason.  I, of course, became distracted and started fishing out pictures that could have been mildly embarrassing to my son, when I came across this one dating from about 1950 showing me, my father and my brother on the sea front at Broadstairs.

I'm sot sure which is the more embarrassing, that one or this from 1947!