As I was getting ready to go to work this morning, I thought about taking my camera in with me. It would be nice to go out shooting in London at lunchtime. But then I thought no, I’ve got a lot on today, I don’t need that distraction and I’d rather finish earlier to make a start on the 3-day weekend.
So anyway I’m walking through town towards the station and there’s clearly something wrong. The traffic is far too heavy for 7.45am. It turns out there’s been a big smash on the main roundabout in the centre of town. A small hatchback has tangled with an articulator and has come off second-best, ending up on its side. There are police in attendance, ambulances, firemen standing by with a hose to douse down the car if necessary, more firemen preparing to cut the car open… any my camera’s on the desk at home.
There were no other photographers around. I expect that even if the local paper had got a call-out, their guy will be stuck in traffic somewhere. I’ve often thought it would be nice to get some work in the local paper – just for fun (and pride I guess), I’ve no ambitions to be a professional – and here was a great opportunity and I blew it.
The moral is obvious: Make sure I take the camera with me!
But putting it in perspective, my day hasn’t been anywhere near as bad as that guy in the hatchback…



