Let’s be absolutely clear that the person pictured above is not Tim Winton but someone who bears an uncanny likeness to him.
Tim Winton the author of Dirt Music, of which I am a third of the way through copying by hand, writing with my left hand, would not wear a false moustache and Johnny Depp reading glasses, even if those items appear to be added by some tacky little app on a smart- phone. The person in the photo coincidently looking like the great author is probably not aware of the resemblance. Just as the real Tim Winton would not be aware that I own a t-shirt exactly like the one in the picture of someone who is not Tim Winton.
To make things absolutely clear, sixty tweets of this same picture with the caption Not Tim Winton were tweeted since 2015 and should put to bed once and for all any notion that this is Tim Winton in disguise. Further proof that this imposter pictured above is not the esteemed writer is in the power band around his right wrist. Anyone, and especially one with the acute observational powers of an award-winning author, would know that a piece of micro fibre plastic with a pissy bit of magnet would do no more than create a rash, and would not wear one.
The person in the photo who is not Tim Winton has probably never heard of Luther Fox and believes dirt music is a tune miners hum as they blast out canyons of rubble in the Western Australian landscape.
It would not be unreasonable to assume that the Twitter page set up by the person using a picture of Tim Winton and adding false face furniture to look a bit like DS George Toolan in A Touch of Frost, except with more hair, is Not Tim Winton and has nothing to do with him and just being a bloody nuisance.
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