Earlier today, I was leafing through my weekend copy of The Daily Telegraph (‘The paper Prince Philip reads’, so it can be relied on for the facts).
Buried away on page 19 was a startling story. The biggest ever photograph of the Royal Family has been displayed on London’s South Bank to commemorate the Diamond Jubilee. Unfortunately, the accompanying shot (see below) was completely ruined when a fruity young woman walked in front of the camera just as the Telegraph’s man was fiddling with his shutter.
Isn’t it ever the way? I’ve lost track of the times I’ve taken a photograph of the current Mrs C, leaning seductively over a wall, and, just as I pull the trigger, a fruity young lass, often in a short skirt and waving her legs at me, hoves into view and ruins the shot.
Still, it’s good to see that, in a bloodbath-riddled, war-torn world, teetering on the brink of financial Armageddon, Telegraph reporters are still ready to risk life, limb and the wrath of their partners to bring us the news that really matters.
Elsewhere in the news, Dave rang in sick and says he can’t make it today. He has a migraine brought on by worry, but I’m not to concern myself.
Thought for the Day
‘My girlfriend asked me to name the day. I named it Fred. Stupid, I know – but that’s women for you.’
Pliny the Elder (23-79 AD)