I spent this afternoon in Luton.
Yes, I know that no-one ever does that on purpose but I needed to find out the price of some train tickets and the internet having proved useless, I decided to enquire at the railway station; you know, like people used to do in the old days.
I wished I hadn't bothered as the lady that served me couldn't have cared less about helping me and had no inclination whatsoever to attempt to find the best possible deal.
So, disgruntled, I set off in search of some buildings to shoot. Now, those of you that know me, will know that I see photographs everywhere but I have to say that even I struggle to see anything in Luton that's worthy of being photographed. Anything worthy that is, that's not being guarded by unshaven, scowling foreigners, posing as shopkeepers.
I'd never really noticed it before, probably because I've never bothered to seriously photograph anything there before but a huge percentage of the people that I saw today seemed to have a real chip on their shoulder and even just looking at them with a DSLR around my neck, never mind taking a photograph of them, was, in their eyes, provocation in the extreme.
So I didn't bother.
I came home with just four shots, three of buildings and one of an alleyway. Actually, they're all keepers but to get them, I felt that I should have had a camera in one hand and a loaded gun in the other.
Just in case.