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Photo 366 (161) "The Torch."09/07/2012 - 1:37 PM
It had to be done, I suppose. Despite my almost total lack of enthusiasm, Chloe, my ten-year-old daughter and I took up station beside the route of the parade and were rewarded after a wait of only about fifteen minutes with an opportunity of about thirty seconds in which to get a shot.
Obviously, lots of people were armed with cameras and several were standing alongside me. Sadly, I was also standing next to the 'Village Idiot,' a spiky haired cretin with a 'Costa-Packet' take-away coffee in one hand and a mobile phone in the other.
He'd stepped into the road and consequently into everyone else's field of view several times as the support vehicles crawled past but just as Chloe said "there it is. I can see the flame!", he lunged forward and morphed into a cross between a Preying Mantis and a contortionist. If you've ever seen a moron trying to take a photograph with a mobile using only one hand, you'll have some idea.
To my right, where the people with the proper cameras were attempting to get their shots, whilst politely not getting in each others' way, there came a collective, discernible groan.
So, reaching across Chloe, who was standing in front of me, I said in my best PC English, "Excuse me young man, I hope you don't mind my pointing this out but you're preventing these jolly nice chaps back here with their cameras from getting a decent shot. Would you mind awfully, just stepping back slightly . . . ?"
OK, that wasn't exactly what I said, in fact, it's nothing like what I said but he did move.
Right up the road, in fact.
The relief from the others was palpable. Suddenly we all had our tiny envelope back again and although neither of the two shots that I got are really much good, at least I've got them.
And so have all of the others who's morning was so nearly spoiled by the thoughtlessness of just one imbecilic specimen; who's shot, to which he was as entitled as the rest of us, had he behaved like one of the rest of us, would probably have ended up as pride of place on his 'Twitface' account. An appropriately forgettable home for an appropriately forgettable shot.
I got some shots of the rest of the parade, such as it was and some quite good ones of Policemen on motorbikes and in cars so in the end, it was quite an enjoyable morning.
Especially when I ruined it for the Village Idiot.